Zephyr caressing tenderly
in harmony
river’s dulcet murmur
adrift on calm waters
supine floats
unaware
of what does future hold
sailing with the flow, a canoe
.
Days capricious
may never be the same
the waves now timorous
what if, go unruly?
The sinuous brook
may have blind bends
uncharted waters expanse wide,
hazy horizon and faraway shore–
unaware
of what future may hold
will be adrift
moving with the flow, canoe.
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