In those inhospitable deserts of my heart, I wonder-
How am I nurturing your soul with this innocence?
Perhaps, this helplessness!
Is it that you grow best during the hot and dry winds in my heart?
Like the cactus grows that has thorns?
I feel pain, dear.
You or I? I know not who sow your soul within me!
But I am sure that I am reaping all the pains with loyalty.
How am I nurturing your soul with this innocence?
Perhaps, this helplessness!
Is it that you grow best during the hot and dry winds in my heart?
Like the cactus grows that has thorns?
I feel pain, dear.
You or I? I know not who sow your soul within me!
But I am sure that I am reaping all the pains with loyalty.
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