water is so clear
fishes dashes to hide
from my gazing eyes
i have that feeling
pinching my heart to
point of joy watching
streaks of line across
water; forming ripples
i dip my feet, so cold
colder at bottom touching
shiny colored pebbles
dream beneath tiny waves
carried by river flow
keep on going even slow
changing course, speed
but never, never aged
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