WATER


     


                      Water,
                       passing movement,
                       scarce memory
                        when there is no shortage...
                        Current that binds,
                        that wets with joy
                        what a soft mark,
                        and it's always new,
                         when it passes...
                        it's never the same
                        water... !

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/2/2024 3:53:00 PM

Hello alaka, a beautiful poem about water. enjoy your evening my friend. /Darlene/

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 5/3/2024 11:22:00 AM

Okay I will. Bye for now Enjoy your day Alakas Enjoy your dayu my friend. /Darlene/

Alkas Poetry
Date: 5/3/2024 6:20:00 AM

Darlene MY DEAR pleaSE WRITE alkas NOT ALAKA O LOVE YOUR COMMENTS , I LOVE YOU... KISSES ALKAS