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When does stream get waterless?
Doesn't it flows eternal
like love quite sentient
to the call of nature
as life itself
Emotion has tributary invisible font
like the cascading air that caress
the hearts of lovers in ecstasy
entwined by the swirl of intimacy
as love's juices are savored
Unlike the inanimate riverbank
that runs dry in time of El Nino
My innate love becomes arid
if your presence is no longer there
Beside me to quench my thirst for love
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