White lines whisper, wide words wisely
Worth while will wail whalesong inside me
Wings out for goodluck, cryptic leaves fall down
Ants crawling all over, not a twitch
Notebook bound, not a whimper
Just a wave crashing to ground
The flow back down the river
Leaves a sweet tasting trail of moss
That forms a picture more imperious
More mysterious, more heart felt
than the works & words of man & muse,
but you will never see
because it's surrounded by green leaves.
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