The water of the indigo river rushing, singing to the city to be clean and clear
Rapids flying, and from the sky falls crystals that wash over us all
Like seeds from the stars
The river with turbulant energy crashes through the land cutting its own path as if with a fine tuned consciousness
Shifting paradigms
Some fear, misunderstand and reject the river
Yet it cannot be contained by concrete dams
It sees through the facades
Sheding light with keen perception
Finding insight in solitude from the world around
The indigo river holds many secrets
Like an old soul still whispering to the spirits of days long forgotten
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
The water of the indigo river rushing, singing to the city to be clean and clear
Rapids flying, and from the sky falls crystals that wash over us all
Like seeds from the stars
The river with turbulant energy crashes through the land cutting its own path as if with a fine tuned consciousness
Shifting paradigms
Some fear, misunderstand and reject the river
Yet it cannot be contained by concrete dams
It sees through the facades
Sheding light with keen perception
Finding insight in solitude from the world around
The indigo river holds many secrets
Like an old soul still whispering to the spirits of days long forgotten
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