Further up the river shall we go
The tangled trees above we mirror below.
Throwing rocks, watching as the ripples spread
Into our lives. The thoughts within our head,
Fleeting as what stirs the bush behind us
Embraced in silece, no on can find us
Swinging, past, present, new laughs, old memory
Fate wispers of a future, soon we'll see.
Come further up the river with me.
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