POEM: Inexorable Posted on August 17, 2020 by B Gourley I stare into a rushing stream. For me, time flows as in a dream. But the stream knows only one flow — its tune an endless allegro. Lord willing -n- the creek don’t run dry. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
I really enjoyed this post. The stram knows one flow is really true
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