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Ode to a Dying Puddle
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Ode to a Dying Puddle |
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RC Langill Member
since 2008-03-09
Posts 104 |
Ode to a Dying Puddle Alas, poor mud puddle, you are dying, drying up. You are but a brief, shallow echo of you cousins: The ponds, lakes, and inland seas Which are themselves, all geologic eye blinks. You are dying because you seek to hold the water, And the water seeks to run, And when it cannot run, It flies into the air, leaving you dry While rivers and streams help ease their water's flow. Their water runs through in an ungrateful rush, And the more it gouges their beds and carves their banks, The longer the rivers remain. Water is Life, they tell us. Water and Life must flow. We may try our best to hold things, Or choose to let them go. And so, We choose to be puddles or rivers. RC Langill author of Simple Feelings & Deep Passions romantic poems from a real romance |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"Water is Life, they tell us." ah sweetie, don't let "they" tell you anything! LOOK. Puddles don't die. They seed.  thanks for the thinks tho... |
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