It all flowsA Poem by dukovanTilt rivered with Rush, Bend and Creek. Teeth spoke with Tongue to tell the difference in Story. River tilted with Time and sat watching Trout. Mirror watched the two of them. Pebbles embedded Color and all her moods. Embarrassed by Mirage blushing brushed by Red. “I’m never the same thing twice.” She said. © 2019 dukovan |
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Added on May 6, 2019 Last Updated on May 22, 2019 |