KEEPER OF THE WELL
To the well
I go to quench my thirst,
The Keeper
of the well dips in a ladle,
Enough to
relieve my parched lips but
Never enough
to satisfy my thirst.
Oh husband
of mine,
Why will you
not fill my bucket
So I may
bathe in your words and love.
What a vapid
prisoner I am.
To the well
I go to quench my thirst,
The Keeper
of the well dips in a ladle…
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