Time to Dance
- The Room Experience TRME
- May 12, 2018
- 1 min read
Dry wind blows through the land, From head to toe, we wear dust as clothes, Our hands shake – they tire from hard toiling, Our feet struggle to keep us up, And our eyes droop with weariness;
The fiery sun grins at us, It looks happy at our trials, Withered, we fall to the ground, unmoving, The only sign of life in us – The faint beating of our hearts for hope.
Hear! There is a rumbling in the distance. Look! The Sky blue is turning dark. Hurry! The rains are finally here. Smile! It’s time to dance again.
Culled from “TIMES AND SEASONS” (A Collection of Unconventional Sonnets).
©Veritas
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