Rivers Run Through

A Poem by Spencer Barker

They weave and wind,

the shores they creep and grind.

My mind, made up.

For the nesting trees stay clear,

does my heart initially stay dear.

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Added on November 5, 2016
Last Updated on November 6, 2016
Tags: River, Nature, Love, World, Forest, Poetry, Writing

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