If you are there, the sky is the roof
I call the road home,
This mind is bored for you
Plunder with joy.
The land is rough under your touch
suddenly wet,
Life is empty without you
Pure desert, empty.
These are very simple things
You are dreaming;
Not in words, but in feelings
Glimpse of love
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