Land of the Heart
Moist heart dries soon,
Lying at blowing moments’ will.
Amidst few tarns in dunes
Falling drops when find them still.
Where those tarns, how formed
Do not know.
Stirred heart knows it though
What blowing moments cannot steal.
Deep inside feel sometimes
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