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Watering hole
#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
For they enjoy the gaseous exchange
that comes with the interchange
Of speed the the rough waters
moves, and all the matters
That get mixed within meters
measured by the catchments
How shallow are winds
that traces their means
To subdue the minerals
That ride along mines
For I'm never an ending
body of waters adding
to the fountain of jealous
For the Nile is near
I shall join millions
of microscopic waters
cleaning every sin
that baptize it's soul
on my body
for I'm a watering hole
© Malunga G
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
For they enjoy the gaseous exchange
that comes with the interchange
Of speed the the rough waters
moves, and all the matters
That get mixed within meters
measured by the catchments
How shallow are winds
that traces their means
To subdue the minerals
That ride along mines
For I'm never an ending
body of waters adding
to the fountain of jealous
For the Nile is near
I shall join millions
of microscopic waters
cleaning every sin
that baptize it's soul
on my body
for I'm a watering hole
© Malunga G
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