Water Poem by Linda A

Water



Confusion festers deep in my brain
In this drought I'm the last drop of rain
Never to be the same, I am lost
Wondering though a dead man's domain
To be denatured by a single sand grain

Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion
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