Writing Prompt #56

Dew, then Drops make their rival dry land know a storm is heading this way to dump growing opportunities upon the tongues of children until drenched clothes must come in to dry off the soaking…and warm up to becoming adults, juvenile delinquents, or kids..who stay up after curfew and tell stories with each other til Dawn’s Early Lite…🙏
what’s troubling me is knot the same as ewes, when locks of hares become unkept messes of their own emotional baggage, build-ups, and instabilities of predators’ veracious appetite for more practices of inhumanity, preying on the consumptions, materialism, and devouring of broken hearts in Hue’s of women and men raised in conditions of the inconsiderate arms. Untidy subverters of feminines’ divinity to colour in the lives within shades of black and white, grays actually, booked in-place of the library of His stories, myths, and fables that always sequel the knead to construct white picket fences and rescue princesses and damsels from stressful situations in acts of kindness in which the men play the part of the Empath. Cue the clowns, raise the tents…the circus is in town. Masters run multiple rings simultaneously, of performances encircling the masses into herds, sides, and rumors of propoganda that only gain in momentum, coups, and Deep states of troubled Sol’s🙏 Thank you🌻

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