The Heart Speaks of Rivers

I've known river.

I've kmnown rivers that flow the ideas that I've had down the river to the next place.

Like a message in a bottle.

Hoping someone will hear the message coming out of my hear.

I'm stuck with the river as if it controlled me to a point that wherever it flows I must follow.

I fill my soul with the water to cleanse my spirit.

The waves in the river symbols a pattern that only I know and must keep a secret.

The village people would come from a walk of 20 miles to view the river.

But never to drank from, to fill with a hundred lies that soaks in and never be forgotten.

I've known rivers.