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As the Well Runs Dry
The well by the north in spring overflows,
As crystal, transparent in highs and lows
When the sun shines even on summer day
Or when the moon rises on an eerie night!
One August morn with the dew drizzled,
The well was dry like the desert in the sun
The stones were parched, pitched brown
And the soil not humus,but brittle mound.
The grasses are now yellowish without life,
And algae nowhere on the tree where hearts
Drawn one autumn,emblazoned by arrows!
As the blue letter she wrote turned amber.
Now the well runs dry as the love may wane,
As the brown turtle gazed at the other flower
The bluish turtle with broken heart moves on,
To heal the wounds of a long lost love alone!
Hope the stars will shine and the zeal imbibes
As the water in the well springs and revives
The forlorn love at dawn seeking one dream
And well will flow in style and abundantly!
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