Raining for two days, scrubbing the dirt away from the air. Fresh breaths of liquid resolve. Smudging the images thru my windshield and all flows towards the sea. Watersign how do you fair, on cold damp summer days, when the leaves drip nectar from the sky? Your hair sticks to your face as a drop creases you check. Gravity is the draw, for weeping paths run. All lead to rivers and streams who flow thru your consciousness. Tear drops from clouded skies, swelling the ponds to overflow their banks, beckon to me. Only to start the cycle again. Lady of the lake, what secrets do you hold in that mermaid evil embrace. Calling to me, to enter. And to "drown in cold water".
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