The Blue River

 

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In shoes
like blues, a song
walks, the dog
talks, and words
move the feet.
Changing
soul, like mist
morning, glows
like Sun, coming
in, and outwards
the heat of love.
A womans
kiss, like fire
of song, loved
you so, should
she leave, you
cry like the river.

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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