I ask for softness
Of the dew dipped flowers
On my parched blood sodden feet
Chiseled by the thorns of life
I ask for a caring hand
To wipe the droplets
On my moist eyes
Sprinkled by destiny
I ask for a rainfall
To create an oasis
In my arid heart
Devoid of hope
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