I am letting you go
Like water
between my fingers
That precious liquid
That brings life
To the body
And the soul
But like a river
that run its curse
You must go
And I must stay
For I am the tree
That drinks from you
But does not move
And you are the river
That quench my thirst
But cannot stay...
Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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