By The River

   A moment, pristine and flawless, is riding on my sigh… The warm breeze, with a playful tug, passes by,

       Swaying to the song, of crickets and grass stains… Dancing to the tune of springtime rains,

   Just me and a memory, held gently in hand… Stars in my hair, and toes in the sand.

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4 thoughts on “By The River

  1. it does not take practice to see through reality in my opinion- but it does take practice to accept and understand what you are seeing… i think i will be a bhuddist in my next life 🙂

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