Thursday, January 21, 2021

Unwavering Rustic Song Of Heraclitus

Concurrently caught  
 
In the babbling 
Brook, the rippling yet 
Still clear reflection 
 
Of that brooding 
Face swaying this 
Way and that, 
 
And the clinging,
Beckoning music 
Of reeds firmly 
 
Stuck in muck. 
 
 

 

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