My heart is a lonely mountain brook
trickling through a forest of dreams
Serenaded by the sounds of songs
and soft whispers of other streams
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Left alone by time, formed with nature
flowing with solemn, mostly content
storms sometimes flood my brook
shores are momentarily spent
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Shallow waters run easy
Still waters run deep
I'm headed to an ocean
where the tide becomes my beat
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There, ships will sail
many by a lifetime
beneath I will reign
with love and like kind...
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Melinda Feb 2007
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