Flow
Water sounds as it dashes and dances
upon the rocks
sitting on the shore line,
watching the horizon.
Water climbs and leaps high
and then the tides roll in
to tickle the toes.
Water walks along
often times running through the woods,
trickling down the side of a stone
that's just laying there watching the brook.
Water rhymes,
with what water does,
Flow.
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