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Born of drought
the primer pail liens
the primate pump.
The aquifer wrestles,
curses restraint
of leather
locked deep
rock.
Still…
nurture taps…
pushes, breathes
breaches,
gushes,
defies,
caresses cracks -
chides tenderly…
…cries.
acquiescence, fatigue -
once again leads
“…beside the still waters.”
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Author notes
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The still waters will always be there for you sweetheart.
Psalm 23
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This is pretty emotional and reads like a rant. Fantastic vocabulary.
Love.
Amera♥

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Thank you A-mee-ra!
I feel for those that have to grapple with loosing such a heavenly gift.
Paul
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You have such a unique voice and this is a gem indeed.
Oh, where are those still waters when you need them most. Nicely done!

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Thank you so much Wolfie.

Paul
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