January 12, 2006

  • Thirsty




    Press the deepest part of you
    To the rim of his cup.
    Your thirstiest place
    Already knows the way.
    Dry, parched, sandy soul
    The yearning is too much.

    Why stay here longing
    When the water is so close?




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