Of those raised in this arid
land, where rain is scarce
and snow a myth, most
would opt to escape, answer
some call, embark
on a quest (with or without
a handkerchief) – and yet
always, the return
and almost by mistake
(no help from wardrobe doors)
a space that felt so dry
and empty days before
is swept in wonder. Somehow
hope crept into a parched
and th…
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