Droplets of water trickle down the cracked tap
And trace a watery path by the road,
They flow in unison bridging the gap
To reach their resting abode.
Above their peaceful home gapes a girl
Through the window of her loft,
Stretching out her hand, she lets her fingers unfurl
To fill the pool of water from her soft
But empty hand. ‘Cause she has all
The wealth in the world, but, love,
Hence, she longingly cries out a painful call,
From the loft’s window, below the terrace, above…
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