Gentle Ripples
A lone silhouette in twilight,
She dip her jug in waters from
which Moses the prophet was drawn
It ripples ever so gently;
And though the Pharaohs no longer make waves,
The river still has a story to tell
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Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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