Weather

Weather: Dry
Title: “Your cracking heart”

This lips will soon taste the breeze
carrying cold when mornings sneeze.
It shall remind you of walls of mud
those lines from the rains on the roof, that thud.

Your skin shall be like a crocodile
while your wetness shall be far as a mile.
Your heart shall hold a thatch roof
With the same noise from a broken hoof.

When clothes that make you bare
hang on the cliff of what your skin may stare
then you will know blankets and tea
are remedies for a broken sea.

Ruddapoet [TRCP]