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Poem 6/100: The Vessel


I am a vessel

Gently placed upon the earth

Formed by invisible hands


I am a vessel

That overflows with love

Spilling out upon the dirt


Sealing the cracks

With moisture


Watering the roots

Below the surface


Cooling the hot sand

Beneath the soles of your feet


A joyous fountain

Springing forth


Never empty

Forever full


I am a vessel

That overflows with love

And thirsts for naught


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