Surface Runoff Poem by vanidia Ogega

Surface Runoff



When it rains, it pours,
And trickles down the leaves.

With a bitter cry, the skies open
Unearthing the weightless dirt
In Titanic tears

The 'guilded' springly turfs,
Submerged in the amaranthine teardrops.
While the monsoon Savannah
Stands tall, unswerving,
Through the surge.

Tuesday, January 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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vegetation, nature
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