This is the sound the water makes:
Drip, drip, drip.
It rolls down my fingertips.
Down my body
To my toes,
Where I move,
The water goes.
What I think
When I'm awake,
Is if I'll make
The same mistake
I did years ago.
Is it not so?
Yesterday was the same.
Today I dream
Of a new tomorrow.
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