I feel very lonely
like an orphaned child
in a deep deep jungle.
I am lonely of language-
of loving touch and
silent whispers
which sound to the ears,
" I love you, dear".
We are orphaned infants
in a deep deep jungle
turned to be barren by stony hearts-
a desert where scorching heat rules,
scorpions crawl
and thorny cactuses thrive.
We are orphaned infants
on this lonely desert!
We die alive
thirsty of love.
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