Time for a rondelle, a French poetic form, for today's poem.
Conversations by a Well
Drink your fill of the water of life
As your tears fall, in sorrow weep
You have no pail; the well is deep
Grief cuts deep, like a knife
A world of pain, a world of strife
Time to awaken from your sleep
Drink your fill of the water of life
As your tears fall, in sorrow weep
Past wrongs cut deep like a knife
What we sow, so shall we reap
A road so rugged, and so steep
Time for an ending of your strife
Drink your fill of the water of life
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