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The babble of the valley Brooke
A rush- the flowing, liquid memory moving
Downstream.
Water; the stillness of
a puddle
A pond, the pooling-
scintillates & permeates.
A gentel lapping
against the creekside,
A skip-stone-scape beneath the wetness
Augments the heavy water
As nature's soundtrack.
The valley walls
Isabelle Feb 2017
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*and no matter what I do,
no matter how it hurts,
I can't take back the love I have given you
I just can't..
You can't take back love, you just stop loving, but what was given, was already given, wasted or not..

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