My Heart awaits for you always

The sun that arises in the morning
Rushes back home in the dawn
The Whirling of a wind that starts
From the south speeds back for a circle
The Heaven’s drops of water washes away
Back home, to the body of an ocean

The eyes are not satisfied for seeing
The ears are not filled by hearing
The brain is not broken by thoughts
Neither do arms tired of a wrapped hug
Just like a dried throat in search of water
My thirst for you cannot be quenched in a lifetime
Come back home, My heart awaits for you always

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