If only we
could take a shower of rain
in a wine glass
to take a sip of its smell:
Restoration, relaxation, tranquilty, simplicity.
If only we
could brighten like hot sun;
take its energy and become the giant
that we are too intimidated to see.
If only we
could reverse our clockworks
to make the way we want them to work.
Come.
Now is the time to tinker and tick;
Now is the time to ignite an anxious wick;
Now is the time to make your mouth
the water's flume.
Welcome to the place of your hidden ability,
Where 'if' is never a considered possibility.
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