River poetica

Poetry are lines

Like a river

That I haven’t crossed in a while

Jeans rolled up to my knees

Wading in words that

Are soaked with emotion

There is no stream

No flow of thoughts

Just a water

Fall

Down to jagged rocks

Where whitewater bleeds

Black ink

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