Pool

The sweetest of all waters

When I go down to drink

I have to wonder what cupped hands

Have been here taking sips

And deep swallows

Along the wet powder of the shore

Compounded and steady sand

From all the feet leaving their impressions

It was said we all go down to drink

To ponder over art, to ponder over life

As we pour the cool liquid

Down parched throats

Replenish tired minds, dry inkwells,

And stiff paint brushes

We all gather at the place

To find the perfect words

Most beautiful colors and brush strokes

To finish our piece

To complete a poem

To end a story

The sweetest of all waters

The most precious of all liquids

Sustain the dreaming minds

Pool from the root of all artistic desire

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