Gentle Water Carries Me, The Dead Poem by Daniel McDonagh

Gentle Water Carries Me, The Dead



When twinkling eyes cast shadows
The waterfalls wings fly to dry lands
I climb the largest oak tree
And descend to the thirsty land and die,
As the sky scrawls the tip of the moon
The wind ushers a school of leaves
The river dances and rolls with a whisper,
Its a hundred mile search for sister.

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