Wren , heron and robin wailed Cold , clear waters swirled o'er
black glass boulders Her river song was endless as
thrill seekers walked the tall , treelined shoulders ,
as the blue eyes of God watched from above
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Wren , heron and robin wailed Cold , clear waters swirled o'er
black glass boulders Her river song was endless as
thrill seekers walked the tall , treelined shoulders ,
as the blue eyes of God watched from above
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