I feel angry and feel a storm around me.
I feel alone and feel desolation spreading.
I beg and feel poverty growing.
I hope and feel my wings growing.
I submit and feel like the wind.
My heart grows heavy, looking for your strength.
My eyes become as fountains, looking for life.
My lips dry.looking for refreshment.
My nose moist, looking for your scent.
My ears deaf, looking for your voice.
All this when I cry, I do wanting you.
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