Original Poems

Born of Water

My father was born of fire,
My mother was born of air,
For his was a life of desire,
And hers was to go everywhere —

My brother was born of the earth, the earth
With his feet on the ground since the day of his birth;
But I was of water born I think
For I rise each day just to slowly sink

And I’m best defined by the way I change.
The motion is constant, so don’t think it strange:
I am what I’ll be, and there’s no escape —
A whole world of life without any real

Shape

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