River Run

River runs through me full of fire.
Rolling, turning, twisting without tire.
Gathers the rock, the root, the twine,
lifts from the bowel all that was mine.
River runs through me all the way to
the places, secret, hidden and true.

Linda Willows


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  1. “river runs through me full of fire” what an awesome intermixing of elements to illustrate a passion. LOVE IT! i also really enjoy the momentum this poem pics up. very well done


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