Thirsty soul

I'm thinking about this life -
How cold sometimes it could be
Without your tender love
Without your moments with me...

I'm thinking whether I'd live
Like that to the end of all...
Do I really live or I'm dead
When no reason for love to grow...

As a thirsty desert my soul -
No any fruts come out of it,
I need your love waters it slowly
I want your arms be around me.


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