Away from Eden's floor where all green arise
Far from the Euphrates, the searing soil baked my root
Sweat from my forehead vanished at the lips of my foot
& I dry as one who pulls arrow at the fiery sun
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adorable! :) really liked this one! it would be great if you add a few more sentences, before the poem, on the situation which made you write it! regards, Smrithi!