The cracked and parched earth
lapping up
each dropp of new fallen rain
dropp by drop
absorbing and emanating
the smell of dampened soil.
The sun shining down like a sadist...
vapourising all the drops
and the smell of parched earth
pursuing as if to retrieve
that vital ingredient
and losing itself in the process
...and that is thirst
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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