sun up so as my eyelashes
searching for green blades
after fierce rain that went thru
i can only find petals, not you
i stop to think, can't remember
but my thirst is telling me true
scattered cups where's mine
i open fridge, orange juice
too sweet for this time of day
bottle of water would do tricks
i saw your notes, would be night
to reach temple on sand dune
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