the
river bed
never
sleeps
yet
settles
for eroding
the
banks.
that
feels deeper
than
the shallows
of
my mind
allows.
as
i sit
and
ponder
the
broken promises
resting
in
the inky
black.
the
river bed
never
sleeps
yet
settles
for eroding
the
banks.
that
feels deeper
than
the shallows
of
my mind
allows.
as
i sit
and
ponder
the
broken promises
resting
in
the inky
black.
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Life does do it’s damage doesn’t it?
And yet in the oddest paradox, all put together in hindsight , it’s created a beautiful mosaic
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indeed. without there would be no sweeping canyons. the strata would be hidden.
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