Poetry

Thinking of You

In The Middle Of a Desert,
When a Solitary Drop Of Water
Would Fall On Steamy Sand
And Vanish In Land,
I’d Be Thinking of You.

Through a Pitch Black Cloud,
When a Streak of Thunder Would
Crash Through and Touchdown
The Petrified Ground,
I’d Be Thinking of You.

Waking Up To the Sunbeams on the Plains,
Desperately Chasing My Other Half,
With Nothing to Be Found,
With No One Around,
I’d Be Thinking of You.

Walking Lonely on a Boulevard
With a Teary Smile,
With No Hand to Hold,
As The Pages of Memory Unfold,
I’d Be Thinking Of You.


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