Perhaps the heart of a person, once deadened by the agony of separation, is buried within you, as other earthly places cannot tolerate its vibrations. His heart's beat still makes you emit heat from within, and keeps you waiting for an oasis. Dear desert, you are not alone—I am also with you. Yet, I am alive, going out of my mind and experiencing an irregular heartbeat that none can understand, waiting for the clouds I see to shower...
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