Seconds turn into hours,
As minutes turn into years,
A raindrop turns into an ocean,
And my desert dry eyes flow with tears,
My eyelashes soaked with salt,
The ends frazzled at the tips,
My mouth dry with humidity,
Awaiting the touch of your lips,
My heart beacons to survive,
But the end draws nearer,
My path unshown to my eyes,
But life as I know just got clearer,
My eyes dry to see you close,
You hung near when my hope was gone,
You held my umbrella to block the sun,
And again hope was against the dawn.
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