I found my love clinging to river's edge
stirring soft shimmer of misty morning
permeated by plethora of singing birds
Rhythmic pulsing water dances across round
river stones - glistening to touch of filtered twilight
My thoughts scatter like a frightened flock as
millions of wings thrum synaptic cleft of air
I draw breath filled with ether, dust, sound, color
like an empty bellows swirling ephemeral to
ignite fires in endless tributaries of blood
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