Through a break in the treesA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierThrough a break in the trees Flows a tawny river Sanding the rock endlessly As a peerless carver. The jungle is not seen In the murky water's face. The skies do not skim upon Its delicate countenance. It refuses the tree's growth. The rushing seeks to replace Tribulations for peace Skipping them away. Its waters fill my mind. I remember Zongo Falls As an obscure haven For which my heart longs.
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