My mind is arid,
longing for a shade
and a dark cloud
that bears the rain.
Wish for a drizzle,
stroke of breeze,
chirp of parrot
sprout of grass
and a dawn
showered in the mist.
For the soul is melting
in the searing heat.
© 2016 NELSON PHILIP
Soul's Desire
My mind is arid,
longing for a shade
and a dark cloud
that bears the rain.
Wish for a drizzle,
stroke of breeze,
chirp of parrot
sprout of grass
and a dawn
showered in the mist.
For the soul is melting
in the searing heat.
© 2016 NELSON PHILIP
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