SANWAL
Why is this heart of yours so unbelieving?
It’s not as if
Love is dead
There somewhere this wasteland ends.
When you go someone will be there to meet you.
A Sahara of thirst is what me must cross,
Living many times, and dying just as many.
Why is this heart of yours so unbelieving?
It’s not as if
Love is dead
It’s not as if
Love is dead