repost – Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Spring water

When there was love I saw the white clouds Crystal clear Like the sweet spring Leaping in joyful haste To lands that thirst For the life-giving water

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When there was love, I saw the cloud Clear as crystal, like the sweet spring Leaping in joyful haste to other lands, Oh happy water, hissing away, joyfully Tumbling off rocks, falling from heights * Now I sit musing over the fast flowing stream Two things wont ever come back, water and time!