This river of morning, curving in its red rock bed
deep enough, lucky too, no need to seek, to fight
to grasp, only following through a free, white mist
as the sun insists on another spring day.
deep enough, lucky too, no need to seek, to fight
to grasp, only following through a free, white mist
as the sun insists on another spring day.
So beautifully described that I can see it.
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