We flow through...

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Beneath our feet
In the creek
Leaves rowed away
In a mellow rhythm,
Seeking their next adventure
A swarm of birds swiftly flew
Above our heads
And found their perfect home
For the night,
In a nearby tree

I wondered when will we
Find ours
Or maybe we can just run
Like the creek
Making a home
Out of every place
We flow through...

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