19 Dec 2008

i thirst, to drink water from another source
eternal pools no man has ever touched
to derive pleasure from so simple a thing
beyond the ecstasies, to pick such flowers
i suffer like everyone, i suffer like no one
i dream of life that can never be, not just so
and yet still the hope that the rain brings

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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