The Sower III &IV

III

Broken scattered straw,
Frozen in time the walls shrink,
Slivers of light burn.

Stillness like death
No longer watching, waiting,
Eyes glazed while lying,

Silence loudly creaks.
The seeds patiently sleeping,
Birds scream for water.

No shade to be had
And time seemed to be dying,
The sun standing still.

 
IV

Papa! Papa! Clouds!

L

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