There is a desert
down my throat
For barren were
the prayers I said
I offer You again
The mirror of my
out stretched palms
Reflect and make me
Beautiful
Make me the sun
that drowns in her veins
and stir dreams
that finds reality
only in You
Let me be the
Road
That leads her
to You!
your pursuit of excellence is so palpable... look at this, look at you...
marvellous work rehan there is a treasure trove of inspiration in these few perfectly sculpted lines
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Make me the sun that drowns in her veins and stir dreams that finds reality only in You Rachel Ann Butler