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I whisper dirges

from the depths

of my soul

where words linger soft

as the slow moving river.



Human choreography

as leaves tumble calm

from naked trees

floating aimless on the

last breath of wind.



I sigh restless pause

knowing that life

trolls teeter-totter cycles

and this must just be

one of those lonelies.



Breathing comes easy,

lost in the calm surrender

of a never ending river

and the resilience of

life She brings.