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Unshaken

Your river flows further down.

Washing the bank as it goes.

Your river flows further down.

When will it stop? No one knows.

More and more of the bank erodes.

All the dirt, and the grass.

Pulled deep below.


Your river flows further down.

I sit and enjoy this glorious sound.

Your river flows further down.

I open my heart, as it surrounds.

No pain, or hurt is left behind.

Not on my heart.

Or in my mind.


Your river flows further down.

The dirt inside, rushed away.

Your river flows further down.

The goodness is what's left to stay.

Your river is all that I see.

It's all I want.

You're all I need.


Your river flows further down.

Scrapping past this solid ground.

Your river flows further down.

Cleaning all the rocks around.

All that's left is what can't be shaken.

The stones, and the ground,

and my strong foundation.

tags: banks, dirt, foundation, God, grass, ground, halp, hope, poem, poetry, rhyme, river, river bank, rocks, stones, strength, unshaken
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Thursday 03.23.17
Posted by Guest User