| General Poetry
posted May 10, 2017 |
A passing thought
The Stream of Consciousness
When life runs dry and feelings shrink,
there is a brook I know
with words of wisdom poets wrote,
in aeons long ago.
I dip my ladle in and drink
till filled with joy anew,
and with that draught I am refreshed,
as with the morning dew.
When in that shimmering stream I seek
to free my thoughts from woe,
I find that life is only drained
if I let it be so.
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