Hidden in deepness one can see
the river banks covered at times by dirt
at times by moss, a little wezzing from a
lost flying insect can easily be heard. The
river stopped flowing between rocks
polished like crystals and brightly shining
when caressed by a strand of rays.
My heart opens to this untouched beauty,
my eyes search the skies for it's clarity,
my spirit lifts so high trying to reach my
love grown so deep to not be able to let
you go....
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