A Thirsty Soul
Like a thirsty soul,
waiting for a single drop of water,
like a patched land,
waiting for the first shower from above,
so is my soul lifted up in earnest anticipation.
Yes, I see a ray of light behind the cloud.
I see the dim light forming a shape.
I just wish, yes, I wish,
that this becomes a full moon
8th Dec, 11
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