To be made whole

I got nothing
Nothing of profound importance
The portrayal of empty streams flowing
Evaporating in empty spaceless dreams
I seek life
Springs of morning dew
The freshness of the day turned new
But in me
I am but a parched desert
Death crawls Thirsting to be made alive
These two sides of a single coin
The portrayal of this inner desire
To be made whole.

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