The Nurture


Sometimes the words
Just aren’t there

To express the dialect
With emotion and care

Hand gestures feel stale
Expressions are bare

Numbness abounds
Continued blank stare

Conversation wont flow
That rivers run dry

The longer the drought continues
The end becomes easier to imply

The sky will cry
When nature sets itself right

Until the clouds roll in
Continue to fight

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