Heat strokes, mercury rose to forty,
Confined in homes, even earth thirsty,
Play Domes, waiting for the players,
Eyes on tomes, hands rose for the prayers,
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God is the best of players, best I thought if there was a real god he would be the only player nice heat I often am a victim
A wonderful poem that captures the many facets of life. And in any aspect of life we invoke God through powerful prayers. Beautifully crafted write.
Interesting poem about nature and God. Fascinating reading.