awakened river ripples, all that tells the world above life beneath the surface teems; its ever current washes clean thousand year-old scars, granite faces polishing; mossy garden fingers gentle fluttering, alive in watery breeze; and rainbows flashing from the deep their momentary smiles, their call to join in hide and peek; riffle's laughter, rising from her depths calls as if to speak, i offer peace, come dip your harried soul in me; the tranquility you seek, flows not in current's rushing stream, but in living here, in still release.
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*post script.
a much-needed, hard-earned getaway, coming in days with a few nights by the sea...