Dry Rain

October 22, 2008
You stood and walked
Barren lands effortlessly
The woods which you stalked gave and took simultaneously
Scattered water droplets
Eventually dried out the soil
Behind the sun's flaw lay like nets
Of mercy stopping the last to boil
So it grew unnoticed
As nothing was left to see
The work of an artist
Where his touch had started it all so slowly

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