Mary Edeza De Leon
November 6, 2010
The dust is playing
With the wind again
Catching my eyes
Begging for rain
It’s drought in the land
We fought with blood
And ploughed with sweat
But we couldn’t stop
The rain from leaving
The water we stacked in barrels
As we waited for this to happen
Are now half empty
Candles are melting slowly
And the dust is playing
With the wind again
Catching my eyes
Begging for rain
I hope they will win.
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