I, a drop of water
flowing
in the canal of life,
amongst the many waters
pouring
into the eternal ocean -
the ripples that drive
bestowing
from the soul's spring,
turn the mighty waves
roaring
in living waters endless motion -
and though drowning we
die
and daily do,
yet we live, by
a love
of our own... or in lieu -
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Great poem very philosophical Yeah each day we die a small death. I'm always thankful for each day I'm given. Enjoyed Thanks for sharing BB