Lymph Rose Sonnet

Дитрих Даркер
Water is basis of things alive,
She gives the birth, she has the mind,
Liquid cuts the stone like knife,
Mountains give in to her grind.

Clear lymph to a desert stranger -
Gift from gods and priceless pleasure.
Drops have memory for good and anger,
Clouds are full ov them in azure.

Love & Lymph are forged by Light,
Heavensmith was glad after work,
aLL in aLL we cannot hide
Their eternal dance around the Clock.

HtwoO may attack, may be a warder,
It all depends, art thou friend of water.