Saturday, October 28, 2017

Like that..

It washes over my hand, It slips away like sand,
It trickles down a river, It slides just like a slither
It is patient and knows when to wait, it doesn't mind if it shows up late,
It falls from the sky in tears, It wipes away wasted years
It can die and live again, can squash and pry and bend
It has been here in the beginning, and will be here until the end
Water..