I’m nothing but a dry grass waiting for the rain to be over me
But all I do is daydreaming to gulp a drop of an oasis
I’m tortured living in the middle of summer’s eternity
My chance of life is now wrapped around a ticking bomb
Cause there’s nothing I could do any less anymore
I will just need to linger till the death gives me a call
Unless you arise and erase my foredoomed infinity
p.s. Dear my sweet sun.. this poem is (again) for you. Understand this, could you please?
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