Reaping the seeds you have sewn,

changing the beat you have toned,

feeling the heat you keep attuned,



jiving across sorrowful waters,

each droplet lashing at your spirit,

held by a thin string,

reach for the stars,

expect an easy way back,

drying off in that desert,


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