Thirst no more
I looked for the spring
Someone had covered it over
For twelve years I dug
Not until I found my youth
It’s then a little pond formed
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littleredone (
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Comments2
nicely worded.
The fountain of youth? A good read of searching for that thing that renews. Lovely
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