Beside me is still some water; and therein I lay,
sloughing off bark where mossy patches dream.
Funny how time lets dreams float away, down
stream, while the forest moves it in, ever closer.
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Pleasant poetry. Imaginative, complex yet refined and simple. Keep on, goldy
Stunning imagery here my friend...the final lines are masterful. Smiling at you Tai
i don't have a clue what you're talking about here but that doesn't mean I don't find it beautiful.... :)