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Time flows as the

River does and she

Mirrors herself in the sea,

percolates shades of pink and green

Transitioning, unfurling

Above me.

“Where are you going?”

She asks the water.

Where are you going?

And water catches on…

Playful as they are

We’re surrounded.

Shimmering granite skies

Beneath the yards of depth of thought divine.

Horrified, I always wanted your hand.

 

By Ursa Minor 2014 ©

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