Quenching my thirst
When I am parched,
Warming me up
When I am cold,
Filling me with faith
When I am forlorn,
Painting my times with color
When all I see is grey,
Holding my hands
When I feel lonely,
You are, truly, my oasis!
An Incessant Dreamer's Diary
Quenching my thirst
When I am parched,
Warming me up
When I am cold,
Filling me with faith
When I am forlorn,
Painting my times with color
When all I see is grey,
Holding my hands
When I feel lonely,
You are, truly, my oasis!
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