YOU ARE my sky, and I am the earth, bewildered: What makes You constantly flow from my heart?
I am soil with parched lips! Bring kindly water that will transform this soil into a rosebed!
How does the earth know what you sowed in its heart?
You have impregnated it, and You know its burden!
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