Dry Season
With this parching dry season, tears dried
dry season, great, scorching
thirst of your voices
it chills my inner soul
this is my faith
my every substances concern only about you
dry season, great, waterless
heave a stuffy breath
thirst of your embraces
must find the most green field in this dry season, my dears..
or you will shrivel until the next season.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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