The Depth of Me
The depth of me you couldn’t see,
not in a month, a week, a year.
The depth of me can only be,
reached with a key and an invitation to the door,
It’s clear.
The depth of me contains a well,
that houses all the rippling waters.
Inside the well, it’s clean & clear
though sometimes murky clutters.
The lessons learned through out life’s journey
hover around & sway,
Inside the well, the depth of me
dwells comfortably, all day.
© 2014
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