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Mist on the River
Mist on the river,
Stars and silence deliver.
The little ones croak,
My mind settles in the soak.
The air is a dream
My eyes a razor beam.
This walk is a nest,
Similar to our Eternal Rest.
Stars and silence deliver.
The little ones croak,
My mind settles in the soak.
The air is a dream
My eyes a razor beam.
This walk is a nest,
Similar to our Eternal Rest.
Published 8th Dec 2014
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8th Dec 2014 8:42am
The presence of rivers and streams are most helpful, I'm certain all poets have a few nearby, even if they take over an hour to get to, that walk out is essential, to get to those special spots by the shore... so much poetry would never get to be without them...
15th Dec 2014 12:52pm
That's sharp and jazzy. But still feels easy and free, like actually being there, with your feet in the water.
16th Dec 2014 8:28am
It's appropriate for the Poet to brood upon the river rocks, but indeed, it's sometimes necessary to step in a little...
