Take a drink from a well. Find it cold. Drink it's splendor. Drink it's light. Make it bright. Tastes it's grip hold tihgt. It's sweet cool running sound. It's fish flounder. Ponder, ponder it's mind. Thoughts burn alive. It is quite here. It's tranquility fine. Remember water gentle and flowing. It's fresh calm forever kind.
Unique writing Shania... Forever fine of you to share... God bless you..
the 'well' water, the imagined effect of drinking and feeling it, and its supporting thoughts all have its bizarre thought features. i think that itself makes one engage in another reading, and land on another interpretation, at least for me, it is so. well.. the 'well' might well add wellness to those wallowing in the valley of lethargy, if attention submitted to its devotion. let me read again, to see any fish is left in the cool mysterious profoundness of the 'well'.
nice imagery i like your way to describe it well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it, It is focused well, honestly.