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FLOWING WATER

I stand by the stream
listening to the sound of flowing water. 
the gentle invitation it offers  
is a soft unraveling  
of everything the day held too tightly.  

it murmurs over stones  
in a language older than sorrow,  
each syllable a cool blue note  
slipping into the air.  

there is a tenderness in it,  
a steadiness 
that smooths the edges of thought  
and loosens the knots beneath my ribs.  

the stream keeps moving,  
silver-bright, unhurried,  
teaching the me 
how to breathe again.  

and as it trickles and flows,  
its gathers calm around me~  
a quiet presence  
that feels like being held  
by something patient  
and endlessly kind.
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