Sculptured Thoughts

Rivers

Dawn on Debordieu, photo by me

Days flip by
Like pages in a book
Sleeping heart sighs
For a love that’s not around

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South Carolina sky, photo by me

Sculptured thoughts form,
Blunt edges chiseled fine
In the waking hours of morn,
There are no other sounds

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photo by Ales Krivacz on unsplash

Through forests of my soul,
To the water I am drawn
To watch the river roll,
Never-ending to the sea

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The Monongahela River, near Pittsburgh, photo by me

I see that my own life
Is somewhat life this river
Flowing to the ocean
That will set my spirit free.