In me the river flows

In me the river flows

I could notWould notTalk. The words could notWould notForm.In me the river flowsQuietAnd deepAnd strong.As though after months ofBeing frozenSolid, sparkling in the sunHigh there on the mountain topsIn my most definable form.In the darkest cornerIt started.A single drop, then

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