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The thirsty me

With life evaporating,

I lay on the little prickles…….

My pulse with its sinuosity,

Broadens and trickles,

To break into a wide smile…

“Look out!! I’m stretching still-

into a long mile!”

I blink

Rather slowly

Feeling my sink

Into this barren land…

My ears

Stay awake

For every sound it bears.

Oh, please, never forsake.

Save me

from this bake.

Yes! I can hear it!

My head ascends

To the hope, a bit,

to register

my last trust,

praying,

it might not be dust.

Awesome fingers,

raised me.

A bold heart

bore me.

Two silent eyes

questioned me.

I showered on them

my dryness

with mine,

never the less.

As

Desert-unseen

Tear floods

Wash my veins,

Pearls of elixir

Moisten me

And stirs

To fall as the longing drop

From my once dry eyes…

“Oh, my saviour,

the wonderful gift

you just offered

was the sole one

I searched this whole place for.

I thank you first

And last

For quenching

my thirsty heart

with the precious art,

THE FRIENDSHIP!”

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sandy said…
nice tot but too many lines...
10:01 PM
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