dry world

Wandering on
The line of
Realization;
Of how destructively
Arid our beautiful
Lands have become.
Tears from pure eyes
Prove to be futile.
“Why?”

Wasting the Fates
With nothingness.
Only to be
The lively trees that
Once stood
Now withering away.
Dry, dry,
Your hands
Are just so dry.

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