Meandering
Meandering stream of dreams,
That flows beside the old willow~
Where laughters of my childhood echo
Upon the river rocks of blue and yellow.
I throw a stone upon her bosom~
To see at least a tiny ripple,
Instead I see lilies blossom,
In the meandering stream of dreams.
September 9, 2021
For “M” Contest, New Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
‘Your choice’ Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2021
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