Rivers Flow
Rivers flow into my old soul,
Up and into dark still waters.
Filling up the potholes - Rains
Down the street into the drains.
I sit and water. Crying out into the
Night and God always calms me.
Misty abyss sucks in all who don't repent.
So believe in the magic of wonderment.
Hark! Spit! Get rid of the nasty.
Fishes from rivers can be tasty.
Come one, come all to hear the music.
They play, while I pray - Writing muses
Come into the dark of midnight. Peace.
Sometimes raging rivers flow, so be it.
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