The Days were dark, the land was dead;
no seed had grown the drought had spread.
The land once had a river that was diamond
clear and her waters would spray as she ran
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Your brave message shines with clarity through the fog and the mist of this timely poem, Excellent write, Sylvia. Love from your sister in spirit, Sandra
Dear Sylvia, You have crafted a masterpiece, for as long as we choose not to see, the fog will surround us, but I hope that the sun will come again for those that suffer so much, I hope that we can do our bit to help, Love To you and keep the pen flowing, Love Duncan