Flood me with your love
Without the river of life I would wither
Flood me for I am dry
I am withered
My words are like a dry and withered leaf
Only my stem is green
Water me
Produce leaves of green
Bring healing to the dry places
To the desert woman
this poem reveals the magic of a line repeated! ! ! great use of a poetic tool
May new attractive green words sprout on your poem stem
Lovely plea! Don't we all need it? You have spoken for us all. Bravo!
Like river, love is life sustaining....well depicted one... Congrats!
Extremely nice words for the river water which keeps our lives run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love heals all wound. A magical compassionate heart can do the magic of reviving a withering heart. Beautiful poem.