Before the night falls
in wilderness
the river breathes
cold and misty
dreamy as my mind
and still.
Mirror of the past
bridge to the future
the river hugs
my muted soul
in the now
before the night falls.
Before the night falls
in wilderness
the river breathes
cold and misty
dreamy as my mind
and still.
Mirror of the past
bridge to the future
the river hugs
my muted soul
in the now
before the night falls.
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In my minds eye I have seen this time and place before . You have captured the moment . Very nice !
Thank you! I was there, at this river, two weeks ago today.
Beautiful… ‘My muted soul’ – love it…
Thank you! Sometimes we’re muted and need to be hugged…
Yes.