Flow


She's the mountain's-spring
A streams of shy
She has begun to flow
On a path she doesn't know

Her solitary soul
Forests and skies
And those valleys convoy

Banks fertile
Heaven's waters, they're sweet
Her benevolence and grace
All life, lived, loved and
Witnessed offspring

Glories of civilizations
Stories of floods and destruction
Safe in her heart
Away she flows

Edges of rocks?
But pebbles they're soft
Mighty those mountains?
But caves they're so dark
Nothing has stood
The course of her flow

Seeping or curling
Twisting or turning
Running or falling
To not stop she knows

To not stop she knows.




Poetry by Bunny
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Written on 2014-12-19 at 11:06

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This is magnificent ... like the flow of life. I like the soft pebbles and I recognize those sharp rocks and dark caverns. Beautiful poem, very well written.
2014-12-19