A deep well, onus
of deeper depth
Water my thoughts
How well I thought of you
Love upon love
More deeper than ever; yet
You elude me -
Thirsty mirror
To my looking sky
Quench parched lips
of deparved souls
High above the varsity
That,
I have taken a reading
While I was alive
Roping every bucket
of your warmth
A deep thought, sag
In momentous heave
Leaving all bones and bucket
To the braided rope.
Whence, my strength will return
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