Category: barren
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Development
Hope spills over dry land That laid waste to barren dreams Once full of vigor and starlight To build a sturdy home in the valley That tearful, desolate eyes abandoned Only to look back and see development… In a place that was all but forgotten Love always, Ayesha
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Use of a Tool
Use of a Tool in the fall, the maroon, crimson, rust colored, dried leaves descend on barren ground from elm trees in metamorphosis we grab the rake we don’t ask, if it would like to be used? or how it feels today? we utilize the tool and the object of our desire… has no say…
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