The Artist Within, Poems and Stories
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Cold, Tired and Thirsty
When you are freezing,
Any warmth looks promising,
When you are exhausted,
Any bed will do.
When you are dying of thirst,
Even poison becomes drinkable.
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