alison.westcoast

The River


The wind rushes us to the river
With laughing, hair whipping, twirling and swirling,
Childhood clouds race us
To our river where.....

  • Authors: alison.westcoast
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  • Finished: November 2nd, 2022 16:30
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
  • Invited: Public (any user can participate)
  • Comment from author about the poem: Free verse
  • Category: Unclassified
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