24 April 2007

drop by drop it comes

all that we ask for will go down the spout
the flow of water never seems to cease
although we count it as an art of peace
we're predators not brothers with the trout
each of our actions will lead us to flout
all rules that do not lead to our release
the hope we have is for growth and increase
there's never room for worry or for doubt
what measures hope we never want to know
the warmth of day oppresses in a rush
pain that comes suddenly is a bad start
rather we want the shining and the glow
the midday hubbub falling to a hush
and sunshine that will pierce to the heart

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