Drink (Poetry)

The Earths face cracked and crippled 
The age crumbled like a desert clod 
We are empty, again we start 
With the rain of heavens woman 

Can I bend for a drink 
Lost, wandering the cracks for days 
Like the driest drop of water 
Walking blind, took the easiest way 
The sun held me too long 
Erase my name, cover my face 


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