Sticks and stones may break my pipes,
Where water goes is not up to me!
Will I let the water flow and spread to life unseen?
Is it hot or is it cold, can this water help me?
Will I grow as it flows and see what none can see?
Will I drown and cry no more or get washed out to sea?
Will I live a life at sea and see that it's for me?
For flows are flows and throws are throws but framings up to me.
Abstract life may not look right,
But framings all we need.
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2023 02:51
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
thought provoking, thanks for sharing
Not luke warm
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