Raindrops on my parched skin

The raindrops on my parched skin,
Quivering caresses felt of rapturous moonbeams, touches filled my lonely interiors,
Fusion of warm flaming hearts.

Saw rippling stars, glowing undiscovered joys,
My innocent tangible and magical love, It saw nothing;
No past, no present, no future.

You were my true love; But, unfulfilled, lost, annihilated:
Left me with nothing but my roots of pain.


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