Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Art of Water

whether lot, whether little
whether cold, whether hot
whether thirst, whether not
water is always needed

whether clean, whether dirty
in the land, in the ocean
whether flood, whether dry
water is always problem

rain river, static puddle
hidden in the desert, moist in the forest
frost on mountain, vapor to clouds
water is everywhere

playable, making war
doesn't have taste, doesn't have color
you can live or you can die
water is sign of life

the element, the anomaly
build energy, fill the body
the circle, the reflection
water is word of power

Submitted: Sunday, October 12, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, September 08, 2009

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  • Ency Bearis (10/12/2008 10:08:00 PM)

    water is basic element of life..good theme/concept..ell penned..

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