unknown thy world to me,
so palpable thou flow...
by the trenches and fiery-
orchards , mid them thee blow,
doth crooked thy face as meanders among,
the flames ablaze to fetch the ether taste ,
the rise to rinse the driest clouds,
the rise to rinse the filthy banks,
who stays by thee in all the ruffles,
as ye finds you tear the land
beloved of each other,
to make them thy bridge,
to set thy height for ether, yet
cherishes thou the unearthly clouds ,
and forgives the bank for all it's fouls,
doth, the rudest amid flows unhindered
to slash the land, to make them the ridge,
which once were of the same land
now two course of a same brook,
awaits to meet the once beloved
the other bank of the same brook...
©n_a_v_i_k
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