During the drought,
My heart raced miles of sorrows,
In my land,
I had my only lake
Filled to the top
People passed by and stopped aside
To quench their thirst
But the salty bitter water
Won't run down their throats
And they spit it right in my face,
My lake was lonely and abandoned
Until one day,
When a man came up and drank all the water
Telling me it was sweet.
YOU ARE READING
Patched hearts
PoetryI don't know how to write a catchy/fancy book description. but i would say that this book consists of poetry writings that is solely written by me and my feelings. It's my first time letting my poetry out for someone to read. So I have no idea how y...
