CUPPING THE FLOWING WATER WITH MY HANDS

Where are your overflowing

words now? Your spring flows

abundant, scribbler, so where,

oh where are your words?

My jars to capture the clear

and fair water lie broken,

shattered, fallen from my grasp

for having seen such beauty.

12.08.2024

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