The Stream, poetry by MiddleAgedNee at Spillwords.com
Carlo Trolese

The Stream

The Stream

written by: MiddleAgedNee

@AgedNee

 

At no pace
Just meandering
Carving curving;
I’ve travelled
Rippling over, around
Each rock;
You see me, only in light
Shimmering in a valley of green
Scarves with banks
Of lupins pink and purple,
Yet I’m still here in the dark.

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