The Desert
A desolate vision of shrublands
Filled with dry stones and sands
Interspersed with tumbleweeds
In the arid landscape bland.
A man would want cold mead
I'd want ice filled brew indeed
Even the rattler seeks a rock
To hide from the sore sado-sun,
Whose vicious heat rays mock
And kill water down like a gun.
Dry gas exhausts man insane.
As he dreams of western rain.
-Wren
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| Another random speedsketch - Wren |
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