Hope is but to each oasis,
and tall shady palms
above
deep cool springs.
The canteen held more,
i thought
led here by faith only thirsts.
The sun each yellow ring,
needs none
basking in the hot always.
Each dawn i wake anew,
leaves my face
one shade of color closer,
too you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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