thirsty

thirsty

I am thirsty.
My tongue is dry
and as it moves
to the roof of my mouth
it feels scratchy.
I am thirsty.
For the freshness
that fruits deliver.
For the juices
that nurture me.
I am thirsty.
My heart yearns
for the drops of
warmth
he echos.
I am thirsty.
For water.

cnw

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