Blue River Blue river flowing slowly through the silent night, spinning off the hidden moon, soaking up my lamp light. Blue river singing in my ear an old man’s song about a journey, a thousand miles long. Blue river goes alone for the company of me lapping her wounds in brine from the sea. Blue river flowing slowly, the soul of all her streams.…
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