Dried Ripping
Color of Hope
A bottle of water, pure water,
Pulled from fridge very cool,
It satisfies my thirst of drink.
It's pure water to heart & all.
Now I look deep in the bottle,
Bottle full of drought in areas,
The capacity of draught to me…
Theheart took bottle to a heart.
Face full of thirst, life crawling,
No meal in absence of water…
Dry areas no vegetations & food,
Condensed drop drops to my lips.
Close bottle with condensed on,
Am I thirsty that not to see them?
The human colony that very far,
Crawling life seek the food carts.
Can able hand go & reach them?
Trust that wraiths helps them.
(Ekphrazia)
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