like a newborn babe
like the deserts dry core
we thirst

like a ship  off its course
like a sheep lost its way
we search

like lovers forlorn
like a fatherless child
we yearn

like a mother’s heart
like that bird in my soul
we hope

when we no longer thirst
when we search no more
when our yearning has ceased
when our soul loses hope
it is then life is gone;
death has come

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