Whisky Bourbon Waves
Whisky bourbon waves lick against desert seas.
Parched. Gnawing and gasping for starved relief.
Burns of the Earth subside in Claudian showers.
The devoted Sun cries thunderous crimson tears.
Upon the the poor man’s golden barley fields.
Tarnished heart of the Earth wails from depths.
Raising a hand against the one who gives breath.
Whisky bourbon waves saturate and flood hearths.
Lonely moon flutters over calloused labored sighs.
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