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A Phantom winds sweeps
drought ravaged lands.
The relentless furnace of the sun
wounds!
Shade is no refuge,
no breeze flows ,
no evaporations cools.
Dawn is the only sane time.
It's false coolness seems real enough.
Walking, is possible ;
not pleasant
possible for the dog .
Wilting; dragged along
I surrender.
These words I write,
like drought shriveled
leaves, crumble with time.