Drought

The earth is barren and dry,

as the suns rays beat down,

no relief seen in clear skies.

Dust rises upward, an offering of self,

seeking that life giving liquid.

Eyes of all, look toward heaven,

as prayers ascend, and talismans are held.

The ancient gods laugh, as the fates weave away,

the foolishness of the living, 

invoking the spirits of the dead

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