Water is a blind and reckless,
beautiful and restless traveler.
Am I your water?
If I evaporate into the sky,
if I land far away,
if I trickle through the tall grass
and tumble over stones,
if I carve valleys out of mountains
to return to you,
will you drink me in?
Will you pour me over your skin?
Will you melt whatever's frozen
and launch me to the sky again?
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