A dry place

My friend I truly love you.

Have you not noticed we are in a dry place or is it that you want to keep all the water to yourself.

My water flowed freely from my heart at one time.

Yet I could not watch it dry up in the soil anymore.

Let’s find good soil to water.

We can build a good place together.

But, I feel like dogs just set loose from their kennels.

We fight over the little that we have.

Let’s dig a spring between our hearts, and plant good seed on good soil.

Because deserted between us will surely leave us both dead.

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