Lone Flora Awaiting
In the patched desert
For its first dropp of heaven
Awaiting for it to wash
Away with its purity
Awaiting for da one insignificant thunder.
Meanwhile in delusion
of the presence of its
Elixer of life....
Da games mind can play..
Awoke with a jist..
of thirst, still awaiting
For its single dropp of heaven..
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