Walk down here with me.
We’ve lost it again.
The long desert days
Where time stretched on.
Me, too antsy for the rain
To enjoy the sun.
Keep looking around
Our laughter is gone
Swept away by storm
Dried by the sun
We forgot to take it with -
When did we run out?
I think if we found it
We’d grab hold this time
Put it in a jar,
Drink its nectar,
Plant the seeds for more to grow.
So we’d never feel mortal again.
Author Bio:
Nicole Pyles is a writer living in Portland, Oregon. She's a night owl with an early bird schedule and spends her nights writing stories and her mornings drinking too much coffee. She also blogs and loves reading books about things that go bump in the night.
We’ve lost it again.
The long desert days
Where time stretched on.
Me, too antsy for the rain
To enjoy the sun.
Keep looking around
Our laughter is gone
Swept away by storm
Dried by the sun
We forgot to take it with -
When did we run out?
I think if we found it
We’d grab hold this time
Put it in a jar,
Drink its nectar,
Plant the seeds for more to grow.
So we’d never feel mortal again.
Author Bio:
Nicole Pyles is a writer living in Portland, Oregon. She's a night owl with an early bird schedule and spends her nights writing stories and her mornings drinking too much coffee. She also blogs and loves reading books about things that go bump in the night.
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