A clear stream falls from hills to feed a lake.
It leaves its boulders and its polished stones
and runs to reedy depths, green, brown, opaque
to lie on mud, decaying plants and bones
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From the clear stream to the damp and black and hairy roots, the seeds when dead heads shake and sway. Excellent writing, equal to the best that I have read. The imagery that it provokes is pure wonderment.
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From the clear stream to the damp and black and hairy roots, the seeds when dead heads shake and sway. Excellent writing, equal to the best that I have read. The imagery that it provokes is pure wonderment.