The river gives, even
Amidst the desolation
Born of salt and season;
Some let it feed them,
While others ride the
Freedom between its banks,
Full feeling the blue cold,
Wielding family for warmth,
Shutting out all but
Their surroundings.
This world, this moment:
Both bigger than us, and
Within us
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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Beautiful blog