All I have to offer the world
Lies like sediment deep in
Still water; I shake the pond,
Stir the soils and paint a
Landscape with my oils.
I mix the oil into the pond,
Creating a soup of love
And something more profound.
I go around and around,
Searching for what I seek.
Will it find me?
Or do I sleep
In the pond so deep.
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