evening walk

how love you are and so I know
the river sounds an evening bell
a zip line I don’t think I’d try
(and given this, it’s just as well)
but though the water’s blue and gold,
it is my sudden past you hold:
the rapids flow, the world goes by,
and summer walks can purify

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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