River
A tiny ripple,
So thin and fine;
It circles outward,
Taking it's time.
Growing slowly,
Ever widening it's arc;
It steadily spreads,
Aimed at my heart.
The circles grow wider,
Broader in length;
Currents of emotion,
Flowing in strength.
A stream at first,
Once long ago;
Damned by a storm,
It no longer flowed.
Storms come and go,
And this one did too;
The dam cracked and bled,
For one drop to get through.
One tiny drop the fell,
Shimmering in the sun;
It fell to the cracked earth,
And a river had begun...
Written by M. White Date Written is Unknown.
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