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.
Farmland Dreams.
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Weighty stuff, Anna. I wish you rain.
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This is so poignant! Thank you!
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