by on January 19, 2015 :: 0 comments

A river
Inside the cliff,
I hear the waters
Far down: below.
Desiccated I walk
From your beauty,
And the charm
You have.

Somewhere else
Got you in my dream
Who is going to interpret?
What does it mean?

I am waiting,
To irrigate
A deserted: heart.
Listening –
The echoing cliff,
Semblance of you
To feel.

editors note:

What speaks from loss comes back with longing. Oh, thirsty heart! – mh

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