Just a touch
and I could spring up to life.
I started flowing like a fountain,
sprinkling all around.
Gradually I reached the wet bulb;
I cooled down
the leaves, the flowers, the marble statue—
moistened, glittering, soothed.
Just a touch
made all the difference.
I felt reborn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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