Sunday, July 12, 2020

Like a water

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...


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