The River and Her Divine Flow (poem)

The river has her banks filled to the brimIt skirts the rocks and land formationsShe moves and turns….Rises and flows…As the banks attempt to contain her,Holding firm as she caresses the sides,Writhing, rising, gently massagingUntil the banks, firm and containedBegin to crack and falter…The foundations crumbleAs the river claims her expanded formDancing, moving in her … Continue reading The River and Her Divine Flow (poem)

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