drink...

 

deep drink little
petals
frail and tender
dipping from the weight
of a heavier
unseen motion of sorts

silent loud whispers
echo from your stems
leaving ripples
of yesterdays and
tomorrows longing for open
air moments
arching leaves that reach for
another hand to grasp
and one that might take
you away from the water

which sustains your present-ness.

or perhaps the One
has a deeper well?


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