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I would say,
Keep those comforting words aside,
Those promises, assurances....
The hills
Spread out far and wide.
Covered with green,
Pleasing and mighty
They had been,
Now turned pale and parched
Beneath the searing sun.
If you have seen those hills
After they had promises and hopes,
In lightning through the night,
Thunderclap and howling wind,
When left with a few drops of rain
Back to the blazing sun....
In that excruciating existence,
They knew not words,
But the dewdrops of their own
Forming out of heart
Can take them through,
And will take them through
This time alone. |
