The world is drying up , minute by minute.
Only we don't seem to realise it,
until the rough landscape hits us.
Faltering footsteps on these brown boulders.
These are the moments of truth;
the time when the heart demands
the touch of another heart
The moistness of the eyes , the wet feeling,
the life providing drip which flows
like blood in the veins , throbbing always
to create something , to feel something
needs the reassurance of another heart.
Because the world is drying up, we need
for every heart, another heart which understands.
Life is difficult to spend all alone,
try joining your heart, to another heart
today before the world dries up.
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