There is no such thing as desert after
you arrive. Water continues to fall as

if there will never be enough. I glance
to shore once,

then open hope like an umbrella.

 

 

 

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Bethany Lim has been reading for many more years than she’s been writing, and she very much enjoys surfing the web here at PoetryCircle. She loves when she writes something unexpected and hears her voice change into something new, morphing into a different style.

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