what the water knows
the water will never tell
You'd have to be there
a teeny ode for my sister, the Dismal
constantly in my blood, for we breathe with the same breath
We respire each other.
A paternal link, peat moss in my very DNA, water filtered through her cells sustains my own.
it is the closest, but it is not the end... She and me the two of us we... are part of the whole.
Treat us well as you should yourself.
Wherever you are.