Sunday, January 22, 2012

For tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun.

A river soaked in the setting sun. 
A soft breeze and gentle waters. 
A thought, a dream. 
A life to live, a cause to exist. 
Stop awhile, lost in time. 
The river holds many secrets. 
So many questions, a whisper, a song.. 
Fleeting moments, a lifetimes treasure. 
All the while, passing along.

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