Wet Trail

Toddling, toddling
Along the path
A basin 
Full of water
Hugged tight
To my chest
It shall not spill
It shall not spill
But a wet trail
Is left behind
It was full
It was full
But now
Barely half
It shall not spill
It shall not spill
To the chest
Held fast
But the rocking
The rocking
And the dripping
Leaves a wet trail
Behind
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