[ P E T R I C H O R ]

[ P E T R I C H O R ]

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A lengthy drought;
a world without
water, an earth with
no ocean, direction,
no motion.

A kiss with no passion;
protests with no action,
just like an attraction
with no satisfaction.

A love unrequited;
I have cited this feeling
to keep my wounds healing
inside of my soul.

Now, the rain kicks up dust,
and my old halo rusts.
I’ll build some new bridges,
and mend my burnt wings.

Wild dogs were unchained,
in the storm that once raged.
Perhaps I can remember,
how I once used to sing.

A lengthy drought;
a world without
water, an earth with
no ocean, direction,
no motion.

I just hope, the rain that falls,
will give me new purpose,
new goals, a new all.

The End

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