I spoke to the river,
it listened to my sorrow
a gust made lilies quiver
I then looked on below
a fountain did cascade
the sound of water sprayed
I couldn’t help but smile
feeling better all the while.

© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/06/30

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Submitted for: Bastet’s Pixelventures using Apps, June 23, 2014 at WeDrinkBecauseWe’rePoets