Letting Life Lead
YeahWrite.Me tritina with the theme “myths”
How Rains Came
Once afar, in a land away, cattle
lowed and grunted and bellowed deep in a Summer
haze that caused the plains to weep.
O how the sky refused to weep
upon the parched, brown land — drying the cattle
in the long, endlessness of Summer.
The herder girl despaired all that thirsty Summer,
until the day when she sat to weep
a thousand days for the brittle earth and dying cattle.
Long grew the grass and plump grew the cattle in the fat rains of Summer from a girl’s undying weep.
There's comedic gold behind every painful experience. Here are mine.
playing by my own rules
We take the heat 'cause we gotta eat.
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