The hidden river is alone at most
Water flows through it and past its untouched stepping stones
Frogs visit and sometimes fish
Alone with its breeze and the forest that sings
But the hidden river is still waiting for flower petals to come swimming to its bay
Daisies and dandelions, it doesn't matter what
Solitude is only what it is when there's something dancing along
The hidden river, with only itself
Cries covered over by its own water,
And the rain falling from petals above
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