Thursday, 3 December 2015


It bugged me at the beginning;
Relying on other peoples wells
To quench my thirst. My own
Myriad ran dry.
I crouched, over
Other people’s supplies;
Drawing up slowly, as
Droplets fell back down
Causing plopping sounds....
I watched as the ripples,
Awakened something inside
That cool shimmering rim.
Can’t begin to tell you
How it felt, after being
Empty for so long.

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