The Rivers Flow
I'm standing at the edge of the wood Birds Lullibies hang in the still air Hours spent deep in the depths Sitting by the river without a care Rustling of the leaves, I inhale the damp earth Ducks swim by set in a pair Living life like I wish I could Without a care This is where I can think This is where I can breathe This is where I never want to leave But I'm Standing at the edge And I know It's time to go But this is where I'm me By the Rivers flow
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