If I think of all
The waters of the world
As its shining soul and all
Its continents as limbs
Always at the mercy of the waves
If I picture Atlantis and spring
Floods baptizing whole deltas
At the places where rivers meet
And flow together separately
The imprint of the swirls betraying dancing
I start to feel how the world
Is slowly dissolving in its longing
Always to return to its source
And the depths always rising to the surface
In the rain that tries its best
But who will slake the water's thirst
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