The River Poem by Suzanne KendalMorgan
The River
Making great shapes in our
created mess
We walked to the edge and back
so often
our dreams took us
there
River flowing
into invisible valley
twisting and turning.
We fell out
and then in again,
with a kiss
or a text
or a look.
Knowing we would
find our river again
this valley
or the next -
all tributaries
led this way.
Knowing we would find our river again this valley or the next - all tributaries led this way.
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5/4/2024 1:10:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Fantastic i like it so much.keep up