The Power of Water
Water diverse and interchangeable
Constantly supplying like juice in your veins
Is there with never dried up devotion
Rooting with passion that is unbreakable
Without the flood it cannot flourish
Without space it cannot bend
But it will lean toward sunlit rays
Until thee end
Water is love and it will never hold its breath
Because honestly is key until
Its last falling seed
To sprout next
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