Hidden Rivers

November 7, 2017
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The rivers lay deep in oak wood

obscured by undergrowth

blue waters sing the magic mood

again in the night's oath


Two birds fly in concording moves

white wings flap overhead

old crickets chirp songs in new tunes

by rivers laying deep


Smooth jazz music sounds in the brain

hands float in a straight line

to touch the warm palms in the rain

and stare into the gold


Sight of the waters and green plants

shines in those with the eyes

of those using love with their grants

to grow old and wiser

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