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Water Weeping

Water wept for wasted ways
Wandering through fire, fighting
To find the day
Driven by the dreary dripping
Of conscience-soaked weeping

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  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    September 9

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    Interesting, the first two lines..... almost an oxymoron, but not quite, and piques the interest, indeed. We do betimes, walk through fires and come out feeling desolate and with such determined conscience as to down out the voice that says we made it nonetheless.


  • FransB gold member
    August 30
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    Ah

    words within context, but also linked into a fine collage of emotion; both felt and heard. Blessings. Frans