I wished that I strolled the heaven’s first
Before I would walk the earth’s sleaze
I would raise my hands in an effort to reach the angels
And ask thee as my hands near
Why I am not in a heated room
Surrounded by white ribbons and red mats, flower pots and roses
Why not is my hand cold
Cold of the wind, the heat, the sound
Why is the pool wet
Wet with moisture and a few drops
Waves were missing I dream’t the earth
Earth was missing I dream’t water
The only need was of salt
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Wow, how deeply do you think ... I am still trying to get the full impact. Zarina
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