The waterwheel

Sun, 10/02/2016 - 18:22 -- Gabbss

It goes up

It comes down.

Day in

and Day out. 

 

Then it stopped. 

It no longer moved. 

Was it Broken? They asked

Stuck? They said.

Fixable. She answered.

 

The water wheel that stopped

will continue working 

once it is all patched up. 

And maybe one day I'll continue to work

too.

 

 

 

 

 

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