To all mostly none,
This is a poem I wrote in 2008.
close to my abode
a stream flows,
not caring about branches
but running it's own path
Birds take their morning bath
after the cat has drunk
leaves float,branches stuck
vibrate,by the flow of the
non knowing stream.
Little trouts play in the pools
made by nature over the years
watching for flies to go by
life goes on,and changes
every little instant,the
stream never knowing.
loongdragon
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