Friday, October 9, 2020

20201009.0430

O, to be the stone
Rugged and reliable!
But I am instead the water
A cupful easily spilled
Drying in the sunlight
Mourned in a moment, perhaps
But like to be forgotten and replaced
The same is true if
I am the hand that holds the cup
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