On this cold beautiful morn My River is so still.
Nothing rushes.
Swans, ducks and geese slide serenely by
Powered by My River’s flow.
I walk by its side,
Staring at the white, that covers the greens
Of the trees and bushes alongside.
Walking silently,
Trying not to disturb the peace,
And the calm.
I am at peace with my world.
My Spirit flows with My River,
In the gentleness and calmness
That pervades my mind.
My River, My Spirit, My Mind,
All in harmony.
At peace with myself.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 25th, 2023 02:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Happy Christmas All.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Good write Gold.
THanks Orchi.
Good to hear and long may it last ..
Thank you Neville, it will last.
Andy
As it should be. As you deserve it.
Most kind AP, thank you.
Andy
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