Tears of the Sun


Shrouds of grey
softly weeping over the dying land
roots gasping for each drop of sorrow
desperately quenching their burning thirst
for life
hanging on my thread of fate
just a little longer
as soft crying turns to a torrent
flooding the plains
parched ground quenched in the monsoon
as the shrouds crack open
and tears of the sun
shimmer in a multitude of colour

©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Free Verse

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About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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