Monday, February 1, 2016

It simply was the time
to wind, curve, slip and slide
where it wants to go, 
just let it grow and celebrate

  Movement into forms: rivers, brooks, currents and seas
  then all matters, manners and waves of things:
  spin, dash, dart and dance.
 Could be considered graceful,
    maybe just playful and much more than just chance. 

        Being reminded of each other, and it how it all began. 
          A spring that had to spring, a fountain that had to fall, 
            a waterfall that had to burst.
               It simply could not be confined.

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