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Mar 2015
We shall be water, my love.  For water flows around or through
obstacles that seek to impede it's true course.

It seeks another way to flow in it's coursing desire to go onward,
an effort to reach the sea.

We shall be water, Love, you with me.
I absolutely loved this when I wrote it many years ago.  Now I feel it is just okay.  I know that happens to most poets.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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