Above the first flow that
runs over rocks and salmon
past trees and bends in it's bank
beneath the black and blue of the sky
those greens and gold of autumn-land-
above this first flow another river runs.
One of all colours containing
the magic of 17 trillion thoughts,
shaded and hued
cleansing the Universe anew.
This river flows
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I do like this 2-river idea - like time and infinity
ReplyDeleteI like this poem and the lines are simple and beautiful.
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