The caterpillar’s suctioned feet keep him on a twig
If one should slip, the other feet, hanging there with him
But mossy river rocks I walk are slicker than the dew
If one foot, should come undone, the twig is under too
Softer than a lullaby my breath will bellow mute
For when one falls on water falls the sound is in dispute
The rushing roaring riverbed hides sparkling on the top
The quiet water just below holds secrets never talked
Cleansing dreams and river scenes, duality of form
And I just like the other folk, sparkle even more
mmmm....that sounds really nice right now...calm relaxing.....a complete separation from humanity.....very well written.....i really wish i could sit by a river right now and just forget the world and its mayhem......beautifully written 10++++: D
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Watch out those rocks are slippery, just like life. Well done.