
Photo byย Marc Wielandย onย Unsplash
Your murmer carries on a whisper of a breeze. I stop to listen, and breathe.
Flow.
Yield, and be strong.
If I could only do what you say.
rainswelled brook …
the rocks upon which
I again get caught
for dVerse Quadrille Monday #50, DeJackson hosting.

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