Tethering my hopes
As unsteady hands
Grope
On last straw
My rope
My be it'll rain
On this parched
Terrain
Fragrance of Earth
Easing my pains.
A slice
Of the rainbow
Just there
For me
Piece of that paradise
Where Ill too be free
Nalini
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