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Farmland Dreams.


How to be a grower in a land that is thirsty,

Draughts must cower against the mighty 

Wilting, Soaking in the dark nightly,

Oh Manna from the sky 

Who has abandoned us to dry,

But do not worry

I can still cry.

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Categories: Photography, PoetryTags: , , , , , , ,

2 comments

  1. Weighty stuff, Anna. I wish you rain.

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  2. This is so poignant! Thank you!

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