Goodbye Baby and Bathwater

I looked back out across my life
The patterns of ridges sharp as a knife

The clefts of valleys full of tears
To swollen rivers from my rising fears

A flood can leave a cow in a tree
When it subsides she has no place to be

Then on the horizon out very far
I saw your face but forgot who you are

The rain washes everything to a start again clean
Goodbye baby and bathwater, yesterday is pristine




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Written on 2019-03-06 at 12:18

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you for the applauds F.i.in.e Moods and Thomas DeFreitas :)
2019-03-08