My country was dry
Parched, dead.
You came, restored life
We are again one.
My country was dry
Parched, dead.
You came, restored life
We are again one.
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How succinct Mr. G and your picture – the fields – the land renewed?
So wonderfully perceptive and succinct Jenny.
Thank you I tried 😉 nah it was good too
So much said in so few words. I enlarged the picture to view it more closely, and the detail in it is lovely. Love the combination. 🙂
oh Cubby, thank you for your comment, my art does leave a lot to be desired I think, but I have to start somewhere…..
Sometimes less is more. Great one Michael!
Hello Gabriella, thank you for your comment. Hope life is treating you well.
It is! Thank you. I hope the same for you.
it is thank you.Glad yours is good too.
A drought-riddled country as metaphor for something more personal – well, that’s how I read it! Succulently succint!
Lovely comment Freya and so succinctly put.
Thank you! Do you ever sleep, by the way? 🙂
Hahahaha Every night between 10/11pm and dawn.