A giggle, a gurgle, a glimmer of light.
A whistle, a whisper, a wish in the night.
Runs faster than a falcon flies,
but smoother than the stones' skin.
Younger than the mountains embracing it,
But wise in the woods' ways.
Winding around every curve,
Bending around every bramble, bush, and branch,
It dances, carefree, through the world,
And never looks
Back.
I'd like to say: You cannot know, unless you live it. You cannot understand, without experience. I do not understand, nor do I know, what it is like to live in a war zone. But I have seen its impact on friends whose homeland is all but barren.
One enters between
our source of heat,
And our earth,
from which we breathe.
Like thunderclouds gathering,
Like waves, building before
breaking,
Darkness sweeps over us,
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