. . . my body cries out my mouth is parched my bones are brittle my muscles are still my skin hangs the life of me has run dry the earth is parched the sky is empty and I am dying of thirst There are no lakes the rivers fill the seas with filth and we walk for miles to waterless wells what has become of the life of me the waters of my birth the water that is my wealth
had I only known to treasure every drop to keep the house of my earth clean to save what I threw away to share what I had perhaps this desert is a dream and I will awaken to a refreshing drink and sip it slowly ever so slowly
i want it!) after watching this - i really economic in water!
nickukraine 2 days ago
Powerful ... very nice. I like it.
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