Post No. 877
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Thirst
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Dry heat dances above the tarmac
Eyes burning, searing, searching
Dense bush along the roadsides
With glimpses of clearings as we ride
Dirt replaces tar and rough replaces smooth
Saplings predominate
But some giants stand proud and tall
Greenery is mostly grey
Riverbeds lie yawning, boulder-strewn, bone dry
The rains are coming by and by…
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©Denise G Allen, 04 October 2015 07:52