Arid

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The pale dawn bleeds

Into the hem of night's skirts,

By the moon on my thumb

And the ache in my heart,

And more than the parched plains

Need the lashing rain -

I need you,

It hurts to be so far apart.

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Fay Slimm. June 1st, 2019 00:50
Such a pull of appeal in these few sad lines Seren - -- Arid indeed is life without the one whom we love.
Andrew Charles Forrest June 1st, 2019 05:57
Expressive piece SW
BRAVO

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