Your rivers remember,
even as the land shifts.
Not just water, but memory—
a pulse beneath the stone.
Time does not erase, but reshapes,
yet you are still here.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Memories change over time and they shift the topography of the mind. Never the less to remember it one must still be there. Nicely done my friend
Why, yes, I'm still here, hanging around like a........ bad smell?! lol.
It's all still there, but it's all still a part of us. Everything shapes us for who we are. Beautifully said!
My friend, this feels ancient and steady in the best way. The poem holds time without trying to tame it, and that restraint gives it authority. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We are always still here Rik and I don't intend to go away anytime soon.
Andy
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