We wait in the thirsty land.
We beg a drop, but a drop will not do.
We call the rain, but it does not hear.
We must wither the summer through.
Bob aka Rdhinmn
We wait in the thirsty land.
We beg a drop, but a drop will not do.
We call the rain, but it does not hear.
We must wither the summer through.
Bob aka Rdhinmn
THANKS TO EVERYONE. I AM SORRY I AM TRAVELLING AND WITH SMARTPHONE IT IS NOT EASY TO ANSWER INDIVIDUALLY OR COMMENT... SO THIS FRIDAY I WILL PUT STARS ON YOURS WITHOUT COMMENT. HAVE A GOOD WEEK END ALL OF YOU.
Poesia da terra sedenta, poésie de la terre assoif…
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