There is not enough water to fall in love
To dazzle in peace under droplets of african desire
I aspire - -- to get so thirsty until I find you
The days finish ludicrously without you
In the flames of passionate sun
I am heated with a dry accommodation of bliss
with scorching kisses, with burning mind
my eyes.... fresh drought
staring at the shivering nile
it crackles a new year from within
from directions in my heart - it melts into the twisted city - the hollow concavity of my sin melody - singing portions of hope connecting my soul with bridges to you
There is not enough water to fall in love
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