Flowing through the country,
down mountains,
across deserts,
carrying boats
Away
Sweeping down the banks,
the maid of the land;
keeping it clean.
Picking up dirt
and dust.
Winding
along
the world.
Where does it lead?
Where does it start?
Who put it there?
These questions,
have no direct answer.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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