The cold, quiet rushing
Of the water flowing over
The dark rocks, splashing
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The wolves are running
Chasing, Racing through the snow
Skirting the dead trees
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The sun shining down
The springtime flowers blooming
Peaceful here at last.
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I follow the path
Rippling, changing on the water
Of gold from the sun
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Stardust
PoetryWe are all made of Stardust Though we know it not We are all the same. Not diffrent. We are all one. - A collection of poems about the natural world. All poems are created by me. Cover made by me! Updated Wednesdays and Saturdays.
