Sunday, December 08, 2013

the river flows


The river flows
The naked eyes will watch
The floating debris and all
Discarded down carry away

Along the way
Some will get stucked
Some will get hooked up
Some will be bagged

The nature good angels
They come to clean up the mess
Of the things throwing into the river
Clogged the flow a crying shame

The easy flow
The river welcomes the change
For a while the eyes can see
Until the bad hats come again

















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