The Well
on its surface
skims her reflected
face
(no other mirror
desired)
no more the red blush
of well-washed severed
heads
by the healing waters
madness dampened
illness quenched
good winds called
drive fish and
fishermen to meet
she drinks the dear
water
cleans   protects  
tends
her whole life through
the holy well
 


 
 
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