the murmur of water
running
sleek
between the rocks.
I've seen
the years wash by
into its blue
sky color. it's green.
it's dark
clouded
cold.
changing its course
by season.
I hear it from my window
as I lie
in the high room.
it whispers.
it's life is beyond
me.
when I depart it will
stay
for other eyes,
for other ears,
as I go on my way.
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