Water Of Life - Copyright (c) 6/9/08 by Dan Sharpe.

I go alone to the reservior,
and close my eyes and hear,
the gentle waves caress the shore,
and wish that you were here.

The peacefull, restful cadence,
of the water oh so pure,
I store away, its escence,
helps me to endure.

On stressful, wretched days,
I unlock my heart's treasury,
and sink into the waves,
resting in the soothing memory.



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