when you go to the river where palms are still
where a duck floats on top of a crystal water that mirrors the clouds of white and blue
where the wind is as fresh as the memories of your
morning
eyes that look blankly upon a sight of a flowing green
mountain range
to a horizon that has no end
fading like a sleepy word
i know what you feel
for in here in this seeming perfection
this is where
you do not clamor for any change
where permanence is the virtue that you now put
upon the hands of
nature
the way you felt loved in the utter silence of its cares.
RIC S. BASTASA
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