I had this dream
I was in a desert there was a fountain
Sometimes I carried too much water in my vase and could not hold it on my own
needed to drop a few
Sometimes I got thirsty and drank all the water
Sometimes the vase slip from my hands and shoulder
Last night, she came carring her onw vase
Equally like mine
And she was having difficulty in carry her water
And I was going there just to fulfil mine empty one
She poured gently her water in my vase
She shared her work with me
And we came back staring the sun
And contemplating the path
