Lonely is the heart
that reaches with its arms
high up into the sky for rain.
It screams and cries for water
as if parched and in much pain.
It wonders why it cannot explain the way it hurts.
Perhaps, the tongue could lay it all
but the knot
within the breast
struggles and remain.
Photo: Wearing an orange sequined gown in the middle of Big Bend National Park.
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