Help

Water washes my throat,
Which is dry.
Light opens my eyes,
Which are tired.

Something else takes my hands
And tries to give me a hoist.
But I don't have a strength
To rise to one's feet.

Something else gives me a soft stroke,
Leans slow and says:
, , I would carry you,
But you self muss to learn rise up and go'

by mrsmorning rrrr

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