Where Rivers Run Apiece

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 24, 2018

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Submitted: August 24, 2018



Where rivers run apiece, a pace set to a beating heart,

Howling rapids like wolves where elderberries grow

And the frost of white winter drips drops of dew,

Is where my soul, sundered, flees from my chest

As my breath halts like like a cloud on a day so still,

Whenever I see your face, finely smiling, like art.

And when I trace trembling fingers along the glossy glow

Of a photo, time itself like a frozen river stops anew

As the valleys of my wrinkling face begin to flow, my breast

Swelling with an emotion emancipated since you fell ill.

So I’ll take this photo, and hold it close, wherever you may be

For it’ll set my soul adrift to a place that again it may run free.


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