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zondag 19 januari 2014

Snapshot poem: Bends the river


Just outside the river whirls around trees,
bushes in the meadows, as a place to drink
for cattle: the cows and sheep
and wildlife from the hills surrounding the valley.


A castle overlooking
and believes it is older,
but the river just smiles:
As old as I am, nothing is; 
not even the hills I created.


And it bends, whirls around another bush
and takes all within to her larger sister
and to the sea where she sweetens into salt
and a big pond where she cannot find

her own drops no more



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