Early in the morning
a transition as regarded
the darkness veils
the sun lingers.
I walk towards my flowers
see them languish in fatigue
the thirst drives them to penetrate
fail as the resource has depleted
I look at them with compassion
they recognise my helplessness
as I am but one among them
who stares at the bright sky
for plentiful rain.
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Await Rain
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