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Thirst The air was hot and dry, no comfort nor relief from growing disbelief. Each of us wondered why the heavens wouldn’t cry to soothe both man and leaf. The fragile ones went first when rain would not fall down, the earth all cracked and brown. No way to quench a thirst when thunder didn’t burst the skies above our town. When we were all deceased, the rainstorms were released. ~ ~ ~ 14 lines Poet’s Place Café prompt: HexSonnetta form (two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming couplet with the following set of rules -- Meter: Iambic Trimeter (6 syllables per line) / Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee (03.05.22) |