ancient secrets through me flow

Yaira Ebanks
Jan 24
1 min read

each drop of water

every tear unbound

water births life

life breathes it back

tears of happiness

glistening with pride

tears of strife

carved by sorrow’s tide

ancient secrets

through me flow

a borrowed gift

fleeting time

yearning for the current

to feel alive

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