See the land.
Dry- the water lies beneath
I have none at the moment
He said, God has left me
I am wilting. Bruised
Reed that stands no one in the wind
Alone in the oasis where winds surround
Cuts my flesh in cold
-but not in pain, there is none
the surface has no water.
I am dry wilting
The land is of promise
I remain cut by the wind of no pain.
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