In the vast desert,
Blows the dust and gentle sand,
Hot day and cold night.
...
O golden moonlight,
Bathe me in your warm delight,
Please heal my sinking heart,
Pieces broken not in sight.
...
River of sorrow has again burst its banks,
Flooded by painful memories of yesteryears,
Though my tears had long dried,
But sparks of hope in the ashes never died.
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O love!
Strike me hard,
Burn me in your fire,
I will endure.
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My desert blooming,
Sweetness of it’s wild flowers,
Stay hidden from you.
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I have carried this broken heart,
From one sunrise to another sunset,
With a thousand years of pain,
Your parting words still echoed in my dry veins.
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You wonder,
Did the desert wind already forgotten to pass?
No dearest, it has always blown so gently…
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