The Perfect StreamA Poem by NisreenCurving on the meander Two thoughts sat in harmony Telling the light to bend On every moment of peace Stars seemed to be that much closer Lids fell in may Budding the fruit of September The man stood by a fork Division of life before him A task of looming tune Tanned the side of his soul Knowing a heart so familiar In poetry or in prose He wrote a story of love Held in mesh dug in sand Dreaming away tonight He lit his lantern of hope Listing all his desires Placing them in her through thought She heard of life in him I guess roaming Left open Or tucked into his grove
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