The River, She Flows

Her melody, a gift,
wind carries adrift
where all may hear
her message is clear
drink from her bowl
quench thirsty soul
her wisdom ancient
and lovingly patient
beyond those ways
past reckoned days
her reflection glows,
the river, she flows.

© Literary Remains

4 thoughts on “The River, She Flows

  1. Though obstacles divide her, still the creeks giggle with ripples, and a few of those who pan for gold, laugh at their reflections walking upstream upon reflection.


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