How vain
It is
The human soul
That wanders
In a desert of emotions
Walking in the garden of life
Eye sighting between dead trees
Looking for water
To soothe the thirst
Of the senses...
How vain
To try to soothe the pain
With an endless drink
That never fullfill
The real needs
Of the soul...
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
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