I feel so empty
Emptiness across the barren land of heart
Bones to be packed, sandstorm blowing
How I long for the sweet nectar
His words, companionship, love
Another sun sets beyond the dune
the shabby tent still stands, thankfully
Fire burns gently, grubs still on the table
Next day begins, still breathing inside
Perhaps desperation, perhaps patience
The hills change, life passes time to time
I still stand, here upon You
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