RC ( / Whiting, New Jersey)


meander, meander, where shall it go
across the stream to the rocky flow
over the current, over the wave
over the crest to a watery grave will I follow it there, and then nevermore
look back to the ghost on the distant shore
as it fades into twilight, most gladly I go
will I follow it there in the evening's glow will I follow it there at the close of the day
will I meet with a rush the water's fair play
as it rumbles and ripples and babbles it's way
to the miasmal center

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