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Spring Water

Babbling brook, cleanse me,
Crisp essence of current.
Flowing where the sky whistles,
Cascading about the mountains.

Born among the clouds,
Thrust upon the ground.
Leaving a stream of life,
Evaporated by Earth's blanket.

Submitted: Saturday, February 21, 2009


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