Majestic walls salute me as I appear from the secluded tree growth. Now standing on the rocky moss dwelling, nature has provided.
Sheltered by the sun with a thin sheet of white whisper.
The snaking river craving out its appetite as an unwilling refugee. Imprisoned to cast its fate digging deeper trying to find safe passage.
Nestled within myself knowing time has left us both. Blinded by beauty I no longer see.
Listening to reality as it has my only escape. The bees attracted to me, the water screaming, as it seeks a balance with it's unlevel plight.
I move to recover I move to feel the solid moss beneath my feet.
I am free and the river remains. I am free to which the river never obtains.
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