Still rivers runs deep and I can't sleep.
If you are like me, then maybe you could like me.
The torrents flow from soul to soul. I don't know what you need me to be!
If you think you have any answer, won't you write with me?...
Of blowing winds which cool the face
And ruffle waters where I sleep
Soul to soul in torrents deep
Transported to a wild place….
-- Michael Edwards --
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