Secrets of the Stream
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Impatient, are the waters, that ripple in the stream
Taking no notice of one all alone
They continue to flow, to swirl, twist and turn
They pay no attention, think nothing of me
As I sit here to ponder, to write and compose
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Deep in the stones, lie dark secret longings
Old stories of those, who sat on the bank
Like me, finding hallows to gather and think
I'm called by the breezes to capture the prose
Inspired by nature, words flow from creation
Written to cast, like leaves on the water
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The cattails that rattle, the cinnamon fern
The willows that lean, each twig bends to listen
Before me, were others who sat in the sun
On the mossy green bank of the waters that know...
Watching each ripple from precipice high
With stories, of heartache, and reasons to cry
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Cavorting blue ribbons, hiding the answers
Splashing and laughing, no time for my questions
I lean my hand over, to calm the swift partings
Cold water runs swiftly, and it stays in command
It runs through my fingers, like life on a journey
Secrets it carries, and onward it goes…
Taking no notice of one all alone
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