I place my words
On a boat
And with a gentle push
I let them go
My hopes, my dreams
My pains, my screams
I allow them to flow
Down the winding streams
My lakes of peace
Had choked with algae
Became a frothing cauldron
Of spiteful envy
Now this river of thought
Cleanses my mind
Making it even easier
To sit down and write
Flowing Words


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