
the stream runs faster
and farther
than a single breath can last
moving in tandem
with a purpose delivered
at last
a mirror cracking and aching
from lost parts
pebbles and rocks strewn out
deep and broad
while I
give a wink, and nod
to the sky, singing the stream
a simple lullaby
made form syllables
long and short
all delivered from my heart of hope
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