Thinking of a river, thinking
of a lake, of water, cool and far
from here, and of passage,
if not arrival, of what comes
after endings, and also
beginnings, what’s beyond,
what’s more–
Thinking of the forest floor,
gestalt of cast off needles
and moss, how gracefully
it accepts a weight, gives way
but doesn’t break, and with
each year how it grows– in place.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
love the form in your poetry!
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thank you!
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Hi, I really enjoy reading your poems and wanted to let you know that I nominated you for a freestyle writing challenge. If you are interested in giving it a go, please check it out here: https://poemsbynadia.wordpress.com/2015/05/13/freestyle-writing-challenge/
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Beautiful imagery, and the alliteration makes everything flow quite nicely!
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Thank you!
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