Monday, July 9, 2012

Waters and Fathers' Love


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Some fathers are born in waters...
I am haunted by waters:
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Water I used to feed the lawn,
Water that runs down
a stream, over a stone;
Water that I drink from a bottle,
Water that's sweaty and will anxiously flow;
Raindrops sink to a root,
A downpour rushes down a friendly brook;
A lotus pond,
A busy lake,
A cold shower with gushing sound;
A bowl of egg soup on a plate;
A beer,
A soda to add cheer;
Icicles off the eaves,
Morning dew on fresh leaves;
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Fathers' love is like summer rain,
It cleanses one's mind to erase the pain...

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