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Love Ebbs
The torrents have receded,
and the river is low.
The bankside reeds dry and brittle
like yesterday’s plans.
What is left in the bed,
but hard stones, worn and tired?
Don’t wait for the rains,
they come unbidden and untamed.
There, behind the thorns
of self-doubt and restlessness,
are the springs.
Hold your heart out like a cup,
and fill it to the brim.
Drink, sweet one
and refresh yourself.
and the river is low.
The bankside reeds dry and brittle
like yesterday’s plans.
What is left in the bed,
but hard stones, worn and tired?
Don’t wait for the rains,
they come unbidden and untamed.
There, behind the thorns
of self-doubt and restlessness,
are the springs.
Hold your heart out like a cup,
and fill it to the brim.
Drink, sweet one
and refresh yourself.
Published 2nd Aug 2012
| Edited 6th Dec 2013
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Anonymous
2nd Aug 2012 9:07pm
picturesque and hopeful! Thanks!
3rd Aug 2012 3:00pm
