Deep Poetry: Beautiful Fairytale

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Monday, August 1, 2011

Beautiful Fairytale

For long there’s no rain, for long The dying soil stretches its tongue Towards the firmament, begging on its knees ‘Rain, come rain, even if a little, please’! It’s eons since the clouds squeezed out The last drops, knowing they’re all in vain No yield would come of them, no sprout Horrified they wilted to be never back again! The race progressed with their grim toil Forgetting rain is born in the soil Dreaming of a distant thunder Yearning the clouds to come asunder! My grandpa told me a... Sign in to see full entry.

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