inviting
I’m witnessing a testimony
Of words to paper rolling off my tongue
Surely I’m appropriate and one
With the shepherd
Who bore me
Its true I came from him
Does that sound funny to you?
I’m tired of what you think of me
So I’ll just talk about fountains…
I sip the joy
From your fountain
As it pours me a cup
Of relaxation and ecstasy
And tempts me to stay
Even longer
I have to leave
Because my very own fountain is overflowing
Come witness mine
Don’t hide behind the flowers
Because that’s where my fountain
Meets with reason
And helps them grow
To be in their seasons
Of righteousness
You may stay a while
I think my fountain tastes
Like juices from heaven
What do you think yours taste like?
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