The bowl is brimful
The water sits still
Discreetly level
Like maturity’s will
But as you fill the hunger
It overflows,
As you meet desire
It spills beyond the rim,
Never level
When you try to fill
A cupful,
Till you learn
to treat the arousal
As a measured signal,
Learning to hold the water
Even as it begins to fill
to the rim,
For a bowl
Just brimful.
Thank You for Touching My Life with your Inspiration and Individuality. Your Posts Always bring a Smile to my Day.
Blessings and Joy~
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they are enriched by your comments believe me making one compose more acutely
Best wishes for the new year
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And You as well, my friend 🙂 Happy New Year!
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Beautiful
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thanks
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