plainsong

the poet’s soul is a river
ever flowing  flowing to the sea
and you   you my little dove
fly through the light blue sky
when will you come little dove
to drink from the river
to bathe in its endless song
it awaits you  the river flowing
in a dream full of bubbles
but you  you my little dove
fly through the light blue sky

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2014

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4 responses to “plainsong

  1. Ever flowing river….. I can’t agree more.

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