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Drought
As the rivers dry,
The mountains fly,
The clouds then cry,
And then it's bye.
writco won't allow me publish
a short poem so am writing all this
stuff to make it long.
so
so
so .
drought.
Poetry
nature
beauty.
writco.
© Ezekiel carr
The mountains fly,
The clouds then cry,
And then it's bye.
writco won't allow me publish
a short poem so am writing all this
stuff to make it long.
so
so
so .
drought.
Poetry
nature
beauty.
writco.
© Ezekiel carr
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