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Answers
Yes, I know a poem on water.
Water for the flowers,
Water for the tree.
Water for the bird,
Water for the bee.
Water for the rivers,
And Water for the sea.
Water for the world,
And Water for me!
Like The Water by Wendell Berry
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the water
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundance
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shore
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,while it flows
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,while it flowsthrough the regions of the dark.
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,while it flowsthrough the regions of the dark.It does not hold us,
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,while it flowsthrough the regions of the dark.It does not hold us,except we keep returning to its rich waters
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,while it flowsthrough the regions of the dark.It does not hold us,except we keep returning to its rich watersthirsty.
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,while it flowsthrough the regions of the dark.It does not hold us,except we keep returning to its rich watersthirsty.We enter,
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,while it flowsthrough the regions of the dark.It does not hold us,except we keep returning to its rich watersthirsty.We enter,willing to die,
Like The Water by Wendell BerryLike the waterof a deep stream,love is always too much.We did not make it.Though we drink till we burst,we cannot have it all,or want it all.In its abundanceit survives our thirst.In the evening we come down to the shoreto drink our fill,and sleep,while it flowsthrough the regions of the dark.It does not hold us,except we keep returning to its rich watersthirsty.We enter,willing to die,into the commonwealth of its joy.