A poem called water slips through your fingers washing you clean of the everyday you pick up along the way the grease the grime the all-the-time running back and forth the running hard for all it’s worth all the things that make you cry or laugh a smile a kiss the ache that makes you want a bath and a poem called water slips through your fingers
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Paul, I really, really love this. Like the water, your words are fluid and flow. Thank you for sharing this 🫶
Yes, water means life, for both body and soul.