Water flows through our veins and nourishes us.
Essential for our survival.
Now it boils,
evaporates and runs dry,
a desert within our hearts,
the parched earth tormented by the harsh sun of obligation.
Frustration: 97°
Malice: 106°
Failure: 121°
The animals disappear and the seeds we planted for ourselves never sprout.
Saplings wither and die.
Pray for rain.
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Keaka Kahananui
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