the Faucet

how peculiar,

a nature

that permits

turning turmoil

boiled within,

into a faucet;

spilling self

into a splashing

sink,

reflecting mirror

matching outer

with the inner,

trickled down

generations

for the Onlooker

who longed to help.

how peculiar,

a nurture

that learns

feelings fleet

hot water scalds

and releases

trailing tears

to wash over

in showers

solely solitary.

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