The river that flows along the rock,
the sound of peaceful among the woods and nature,
the water so clear and blue.
Like how my mind go all day long.
My thoughts float like the water,
no standard pattern,
float wherever I like.
Hikers walk pass all day long.
They all try to capture the beauty of me.
Once in a many while,
Hikers will try to catch me in there hands.
but they can never catch that water they wish they could,
because slowly the water will slip away though the space between.
TC
Sept 2020
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Note to myself
РазноеBelow is a note to myself, a reminder. Love is ugly. Love is a pain. Love is unbearable. Love is unconditional. Love is betrayal. Love is just a lie with a beautiful present wrap. I have fallen in a very short time and hopefully, the scar won't be...
