there is this
thirst in me, not in the tongue
the mouth denies it
there is this thirst
that water or wine or
juice
cannot quench
it is a thirst that forever
stays
a dropp of rain
a dew from a leaf
a word from my Creator
shall satisfy it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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..and a hunger only His Bread can sustain! ! Beautiful piece. Thankyou. Regards...Sharon.