Our Sun
Praise the golden parcher, the orb of distant fire that bleaches land and body. Snow and ice have no meaning - drought is naught but sand; water from the sky is a memory. Cracked dams a living jigsaw...
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This is a very creative, unique view of the sun. I enjoyed this very much!"water from the sky is a memory." ~ love this line!
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I could use some sun right about now! Maybe I should head down your way? superb imagery and very creatives descriptives here, oxy ... to me, this conveys an overwhelming sense of dry, hot days when a...
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A very distinctive view of the sun...from someone who has seen the effects that it can bring...both giving life...and taking it away...good one!Every new beginning comes fromsome other beginnings...
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This forcefully brought last years too long, and too hot, summer to mind for me - very evocative and powerful in such few words."A poem...begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a...
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Hey thanks for reading my no rain rant, glad I got the right images across.Oxy. ,-._|\ Love is for giving, life is for living,/ Oz  ...Read More
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Personally I was looking for SPF 50And good cold stiff drinkYes the feeling came across
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Hi Oxymoron,vivid 'dry' images.........."Cracked dams a living jigsaw" love this lineto me it gives the painted picture of a land dying in the sun take caredavid
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That is a very intriguing look at drought, feel like your out in a desert or a dusty farmers field.
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