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At The River’s Edge. April 11, 2008

Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, poetry.
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Standing here, Where the swift, cold green Rides up on the warm rocks, Infusing itself with sunlight, Leaving a bit of its mystery For me to unravel,

I pause.

Is this my womb, my cradle, my destiny?

Perhaps not today, perhaps There’s more for me out here, In the air, in the light, Where the birds are.

Where you are.

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1. sherry - April 11, 2008

the water there is so very clear and sweet looking.

2. DCup - April 14, 2008

The picture is like a natural mosaic. I love it.

And the words are beautiful.


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