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River Birth

Laying down a golden hysteria upon an ancient waterway that whispers of sunken gold now rising morning anew the sun speaks a language lost to the Dead, the river flows it's life currency towards the gulf of unbridled dreams while pure soul sparkle pops and flashes with a relentless innocence a caravan of curious courage reaches the riverbank's revelry J.A.B. 2021

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Date: 12/3/2022 9:51:00 PM
This one was so powerful—brought tears to my eyes. Those last two lines ring beautifully. I can picture the birth along the river. “that whispers of sunken gold now rising morning anew”—gorgeous line! Always, Laura
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