Spirit of WaterA Poem by Samuel JacobYou're a rushing river, but the canals are blocking your kingdom. When you sank your hands unto the dirt, uprooted the devastation from your hurt, reflecting onto the trees surrounded by ripples. The desire of your flow… is not constant anymore. A lion in bars, bird in a cage. Aching for yourself to push harder against the wall you've built. Branches begin to dislocate from one another, Merely inches from the fall… There is hope. © 2014 Samuel JacobAuthor's Note
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