Non Dwindling River
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I was hovering across a brook that echoed slump.
I was inspiring a hoary praxis out of camp.
The river, with its vibrant species, reflects my pain.
It flows but never dwindles, unseen to our brain.
Somebody is endlessly esteeming in glances to you.
Living in this shining world is lenient with such subdue.
You utterly reach a staggering ability that we bear.
Grasp, you merely racked a seemly time spare.
This onslaught of life rebukes is not for your tastiness.
It is the most momentous implement in the universe.
His opulence is being bequeathed to you powerfully.
There is something you recognize bearing out swiftly.
When may I reckon to heed the ring doves whistling?
Rivers have burrowed their way into my soul pursuing.
Written; December 23, 2021
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2021
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