A Climatic Crisis: Humanities Bane

by Vance   Apr 14, 2015


Millions of miniscule brown grains drifting
A parched-dead sea of waves chased
By dire winds to pelt faces and
Blind eyes with gritty tears
That burn
Like sweat...sweat
Sweat

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