Thoughts



Oh that my thoughts
Could run like water
Always flowing to the sea
Instead they go no further,
Forge a dam
And hold in me
A stream is like a wish
To whispers stuck in dirt
Weaving them in movement
Making rivers of new thought. 


C. LJ Ireton 2019

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