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May 2016
Water loudly laughs & trickles all day,
Down the rough rocks,
Gravity forcing its way.

Water seeps silently through the cold clay,
I step out of bed & into wet socks,
Cold forcing me to bend its way.

Water bends blue skies to dark grey,
Twirling winds rocking the docks,
Tides forcing up to a place to stay.

Water bashes barriers into bits of clay,
Oh! How the sky & the God mocks,
Heaven forcing us to pray.

Water weeps and weeps for a brighter day,
Alas! Never to know who opened Pandora's box,
Pressure forcing water to say.

Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop...
Reminding of a heartbeat...
Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop...
My love knew a man who was camping in Peachland and unfortunately he was riding his Atv and flipped it, fell into the river and that was it.  Gone.  Then one morning I wrote this because I was listening to my fountain in my back yard and I sub consciously wrote about his friend.  I do believe I connected with him to help him be complete about his death.
Harly Coward
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Harly Coward  Canada
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