Trickling along
Gurgling happily like joyful laughter.
Twisting, turning,
Searching for an end.
Collecting debris,
Yet still flowing free,
Looking to see where the end will be.
On it goes, searching for another,
Till it flows into the river, its mother.
Eternally flowing, like a dream,
Gurgling happily is the stream.
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