From Stream to River
Like the night's stream, I flow with purpose,
I am silent, yet powerful,
Continually flowing.
In the midst of the forest, I carve way for more,
I am uniquely singular, but not alone,
Continually growing.
Under the early clouds, I adjoin,
I am her child, this journey is my purpose,
Continually ending.
By Badilisho
http://ibwriting.blogspot.com
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