Ice Drips.
By Andrew Hide
Ice Drips, from a glacier face, joining together, becoming a race. Faster and faster, becoming a stream, over rocks and peebles, splashing, cold and clean. Streams combine, into a river, flows, over the land, to the sea it goes. Estuary surge, as it meets the tide, tasting the salt, from the ocean, so wide. Written April 15th, 2002 © on Apr 15 2002 12:00 PM PST, Andrew Hide 0 • 10
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