She Cried

May 13, 2009
She cried.
The tear slid down her cheek.
It left a streak on her wrinkled face.

She stood there, motionless.
No wind.
No rain.
No help.

Hopeless, staring,
Hands outstretched.
Her tongue parched.
Her skin cracked.

She was stark.
She was desolate.
She was barren.

She was the Murray,
But no-one heard.

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sunshine said...
May 19, 2009 at 6:50 am
"Good job well done!"
certainly not an easy topic to write about
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