Streams
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I am in love with the lines on your face,
A decade of wearing you down.
Emotions run like rushing water,
Engraining caverns of joy and pain,
Of thoughtfulness and contemplation
Of a million experiences
The return of the rain heralds ages of growthwhere leaves left forgotten to their last ending goeth.
The return of the rain hails the heel of old firesmakes moss meet to grow on tall boreal spires.
I write from my heart
The feelings of my soul
Poetry is an art
With no specific goal
