Content

Still

Stream
The river flows without remorse
Sunlight mirrored in its train
And the waters run around the rocks
Headed nowhere slowly, with naught to gain.

Mind
Many voices speak without a sound
In the silence of December
The years go by and life moves on
Leaving tokens of the past to remember.

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