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Floating away /challenge poem

By Barb Davidson

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Bubbling gently it slowly tinkles, Like laughter in the wind, Running playfully it carries a leaf, Tossing and turning it in the eddy's beneath. Nutty and fresh, it's odour carries me, To years gone by,as the sun glistens, Like rainbows moving in amongst a stone, As i watch the river running home. Cool and inviting, it makes me shiver, Crystal clear, i feel the taste, Of ice cold water upon my face, I feel my hair spreading out from me, Like fingers of water playing with my body, It plays a tune inside my mind, The rivers song is so divine..... Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 09:07 AM PST    0 • 10

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