I.
Sitting quietly upon the banks,
From the purest source I have drank.
It flows crisply, ever gently down,
In its depths I could easily drown.
II.
The sounds are calming and soothing,
They remove my feelings of brooding.
The currents bring relaxation,
My troubles come to cessation.
III.
Whisked to a place only I know,
Before me the tributary flows.
Soon I know that I will be blessed,
Swimming the stream of my consciousness.
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A really interesting piece! I hope that you're keeping well and still writing! 😊
So inspiring. Great words! A really top poem! I like!
Doors are still closed. Loved it! There is comfort in music. Specially when you want to retire from
Eerily enticing!
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Took a while to fully comprehend your full meaning here. Hurry back, this space has turned into a vo
I love this!! So true :) I have missed your writing, my "reader" doesn't show me the people I follow
Ah yes, the silence With all its traces.. :)
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