Lone boat

Silver lines,

that line the heavy clouds

Spell rain,

On a warm summer day.

The sun is hidden away,

still shining

Seeking escape.

The ground pulls

down the water

from the air

With every possible might,

To quench its

insatiable thirst.

Suddenly the cloud’s weight fails it

The hidden secrets

run down.

Over the hills,

between the valleys,

on the plains,

Flooding islands.

And there is a lone floating boat on fire

Inextinguishable fire.

– Written by Roshini Sridhar

 

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