Without Promise

Promising rains, always never water any thirsts

How many storms have passed

How many more to come…

Without Promise

How high can The Earth be raised

How long can it be held there…

Waiting for The Rains

Do we wait for Spring Floods Again

Or do we Last The Drought, crossing deserts

Oceans of Dry Time, drawing endlessly to The End

A single bloom shines amidst Promise and Great Empty

Unwilling To Wilt, Leaning towards The Sun

Its Blood nurtures Itself……

 

Choosing Life Without Promise.

 

-Bay-

 

 

 

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