Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Flowing

Gently flowing down the hill
Going were it fits the bill
Gathering power as it goes
Being helped by the wind that blows

Leaving behind that which grows
For which more glows
Quenching the thirst
Of those that burst

Once the path has end
It finishes its descend
I finds its way to begin
To start its path again

©2014 Brady L.B.

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