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
Post No. 874
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Footsteps
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A trail of footsteps lead
across the fine sea sand
washed away in moments
by the incoming tide
gone without a trace
love letters long erased.
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I walk along the high tide line,
mine are the steps i leave behind
my heart bleeds with every beat
consumed by memories
of a love that died
that couldn’t last from tide to tide.
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The weight i drag upon my back
in a sack i cannot share
mine to own and mine alone
a task to shoulder willingly
‘til He shows me the way to go
smooths the path for me to follow.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 September 2015 05:41
