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Ivy
Fresh, pellucid , flowing water,
Rinses the dirt on your heart ,and gives it back to me.
Not for you the ivy-the latter's dishonor,
Not for my dirty hands, I've never been cleaner.
The bitterest taste of pondering is realising,
But for the only times I'm essential,
I will be here,
Baying under Ivy's shadow.
© Kendel Taylor
Rinses the dirt on your heart ,and gives it back to me.
Not for you the ivy-the latter's dishonor,
Not for my dirty hands, I've never been cleaner.
The bitterest taste of pondering is realising,
But for the only times I'm essential,
I will be here,
Baying under Ivy's shadow.
© Kendel Taylor
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