Loneliness
Scorching as thirst
I remain the water
Quenching mouths
All along offering myself
The fire that burns
The thirst
Of the people around
is present
In this water
The wants and aching
That can’t be baked
By anybody around
Dance like the foot
That can’t get lost
19 9 09
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