FLOWING WITH WATERS
The way in which I was riding,
The war in which I was fighting
Were the steps coated with false gold,
Were the heights with weak colts
Was I ever flowing with waters?
The thoughts waging in my mind,
The fright from which was hiding I
Were the trembling cold of night,
Were the strings of holes of might
Was I ever flowing with waters?
Subdued was I ever as I could,
With waters as my words as I should
Can't help with my hurts as they would,
But would love to heard as I should
I guess!
I WAS FLOWING WITH WATERS...........
Cassia rose,
Co founder of needle thoughts
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