The Pilgrims Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

My lips are two blind thirsty pilgrims
Upon the waters of your heart,
Two lonely, gentle and sad seekers
Of warmth and true eternal love.

They used to wander through the deserts
Of men's hypocrisy and lies.
I want to wash off all my fears
By drowning into your blue eyes.

`Cause in the depths of these two mirrors
Of your both wise and childish soul
There's the reflection of the pilgrims
That dream to touch your passion's bowl.
18/04/2018