Pregnant and longing, the hot molten sky
Encounters light cloudlets skimming the plains,
And parcels them into grey beds of flying
Cotton-wool eiderdowns, heavy with rain.
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Dusty scorched limbs painfully move, within A short while the edge between life and dying Of waterless dry seems to broaden, in Expectation bright lighning cracks the sky. --------- Stunning metaphors and magery fay.........meaningful creation....10+++
wow Fay...this is an awesome write...such clear images you have written here...Fi 10++++
Brillliant imagery in this Fay, it flows and keeps the reader interested until the very last word, 10 Lynda xx