I, river
By moor land
Sat, 19 Jan 2019
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I, river.
Field fed, path led.
Scoring a way to the sea,
Absorb the sounds of other worlds
I sing across rocks,
A stone harmonica
Rolling to the beat of an ancient drum
Their sandal-shod ankles are gone
But I’m named, my name persists,
Tame, am I not.
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love this one - well done
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
love this one - well done
one typo: it's sandal
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