Being Absorbed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being Absorbed



Rivers run over countrysides, believing they will enter
the ocean one day, and be a part of something bigger
than themselves.
Content with their part in it all, reveling in their
stand over rough terrain and beautiful landscapes.
In the end being absorbed by the bigger picture in
flowing time.

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