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Sep 2016
I hear the river flowing in my mind
it flows forever
ever mine
my ears produce the sound
all day
all night
all the time

if I translate it into something
outside me
make it come from the sap
that rises in the tree

or like the rivers never ending flow
ride its vicissitudinous path
to where
I do not know
and yet it is a continuity of music in my day
I have to sing beside it anyway

Margaret Ann Waddicor 9th September 2016
Tinitius, if one allows it to sing in one's consciousness, dominates all, but luckily we can banish it to the subconscious and hear all else.Do any others have this? And how does it influence them?
Margaret Ann Waddicor
Written by
Margaret Ann Waddicor  Norway.
(Norway.)   
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