Dreams cry in me.
The angels hear it.
Desires are burning like fire in the air.
Who will quench my thirst?
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Every cry is heard, all the thirst is quenched, i belive as we are children of God, beautiful lines, thanks
I liked the wording and emotion of this poem. Good of you to send me your approval of an old poem I wrote, about the longueurs of waiting. Your call of the angels reminded me of a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke.