Prelude to Drought July 25, 2018December 3, 2018 ~ SamF There. . Heat furrowing sweet spaces: Shadowy reminds, Of yesterday missed, Amidst the cruel promises of Incessant tomorrows. The daily rhythm now: Broken, Pulsing softly. . None of this can be undone. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by SamF View all posts by SamF