A river runs through
it,
Really?
Have forgotten
the waters
lost in no mans land.
A crescent pushing
pulling me
Where?
A river begins without
attention upon it,
a trickle, small, minute
in its construction.
White foaming, crested
liquid flowing free
eager to greet vast
expanse of ocean
stretching into infinity.
Flow without restraint
liquid life
destroyer of all that
serves nothing.
Where are you taking me?
Crystal edge
billows along berth
of stream
how I long to flow freely
carry me swiftly
into the abyss of
eternity.
~Jeannine Kalua 2013
Beautiful- Well done! Jeannine Best
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