The River
How deep the fount that births a river, flowing forth a path
that rushes headlong down the mount where thirsty souls can drink
where waters pulse through gills of fish and quench the tongues of fauns
it's streams refresh the weary and resurrect the dying
and spreads it's arteries to bring new life for all who want.
Written on 11/16/2016
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