May 16
The water ran rapidly down the bend,
Skimming over moss-covered stones,
Between the imposing hills.
Through the silent forest.
The water ran rapidly down the bend,
In such a hurry,
To where no one else knew,
But it knew.
The water knew where it ran to.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
