I have walked in dry land
Throat burning like a thirsty donkey
Hoping to find a swampy around
To soothe my arising desire
I have wondered in rain
Looking for a smiling sun
Hoping to bask a little
To dry my wet clothes
I have strode in cloudy cold wind weather
Thinking of hot coffee
Hoping to heat myself from cold
To feel the warmth and comfort
I have trailed in frost
Bitten by frostbite
Hoping to find a campfire just near
To chase the chill away of me
I have searched for spring of love
Wishing to quench my thirst
Hoping to find a fountain of pure spring waters
To console my thirsty of chastity