the soft murmur,
of the river, in its flowing water
passed over, pebbles
and slated stones
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Your last para brings out the eternal truth and I remember Wordsworth's lines, in his 'DAFFODILS', -'For oft when on my couch I lie, In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye, Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils ' 10! -Raj
Riversides are such attractive sites and artists are alwais drown to them.They paint them or are inspired to write a beautiful poems like yours...........Lovely! Milica
Glorious imagery and how wonderful it is to lose ourselves in nature. The flowing water in your poem calmed me as I read down to the bottom of your poem. Beautifully written. 10 love Karin