the river’s many voices
let us pretend we are starting from scratch
that the sun has yet to reveal its brilliancy
rising above the ageless sea on a cloudless morning
as if the world itself is being reborn
free from the exploitation of the past
sudden happiness appears out of thin air
echoing through the valley of the mountains
promising change after years of inner turmoil
grey thoughts giving way to new ideas
like old songs playing in a new light
I often wonder about those inevitable days
will it be like floating peacefully down the river
its many voices gradually turning into one
plainly speaking to me for the first time
the drawbridge opening on command
january two thousand twenty
copyright j matthew waters
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This is wonderful~
I’m happy you think so, thank you, Cindy.
Beautiful poem❤️
Thank you, Judy.