Water

A Poem by Merrioh

Water

Water flows constantly filling me with everlasting joy.

I am unappreciated, lonely and every useful.

Containing waters of youthful vigor and life.

Everybody wonders am I half full? Or half empty?

Who will ask me for the answer?

I am the one who holds the key to eternal chaos.

I will lend a question to you, who took a sip?

Always pointing.

I blame others of this atrophic crime.

By Myranda Catalano

09/28/10

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Water is life and alive in this wonderful poem...:)...................

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Added on August 2, 2012
Last Updated on August 2, 2012

I am just glad not to be a headless, blue, naked alien. I'm just her shadow. more..

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