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Watery Thoughts
Water dripping from the faucet
I wish to tap in to it and flow
Like red river from indigo soul
Writing something that grows
Like a seed esteemed and springing
In each reader who is a believer
And even those who are deceivers
A word so good one salivates
A poem so inspiring it breaks chains
Chains of doubt
Chains of caste
Chains of illness
Chains of blocks of all kinds
Let the waters wash away strongholds
And create in me in you a new thing
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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