thirst [Theme] Page 9

The depths of my heart I know, and know, freeing the thief from poverty, I will not deliver him from the desire to steal, and condemn the anxiety, pushing the thief to the crime. He is mistaken in thinking that covets another's gold. The gold shines like a star. Love, even do not know that it is love, needs only the light, but not in the power of men to usurp the light. The mesmerizing flicker of the thief, and he steals stealing like a madman that bucket after bucket black it will draw water spring to grab the moon. A thief steals and a passing flame orgies throws ashes pilfer. And again standing in the dark corner, pale as before, motionless from fear, to frighten, hoping that he will find one that will quench his thirst.

With this everyone will face one day.
Do you want love and receive in return only thirst.

Specific opinions give rise to particular desires...

Have you ever experienced real thirst? You open a carton of milk and poured it in my mouth. And it turns out sour. That's happened inside of me. Forever.