Hot water falls gently,
Cascading on my face,
One fleeting moment now preserved,
Lost in inner space.
Steam, in swirls, rises,
As rushing water fills my mind,
And a thousand droplets drizzle
Down, leaving lazy trails behind.
Down, Down, Down,
And all is washed away,
As tired bones and anxious thoughts
All softly, slowly fade...
I love showers... ;-)
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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you are so your father's son! i remember him once explaining to me how showers can solve all problems--if you are too hot, take one to cool off; too cold, take one to warm up; tired and need to wake up; need to relax so you can sleep; the list just went on and on...not a poem but so much truth.
hope you are doing well.
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