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Water – Bob Blackwell

Posted on April 25, 2018 by

The spirit of life, spreads everywhere, to all corners of our globe. Rain, mist, fog, snow, form lakes, rivers, babbling running brooks; the carriers of life’s soul life’s bountiful identity and joy. Without it, grasses brown, trees rot and fall, … Continue reading →

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Water – Adelaide Rhead

Posted on April 25, 2018 by

Water still, water deep, how many secrets do you keep? We look upon your surface calm, and feel the peace that is a balm. Now the gentle stream runs faster, racing swiftly swiftly — Over boundless cataracts. Water — share … Continue reading →

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Water – Adelaide Rhead

Posted on March 10, 2018 by

Water still, water deep, how many secrets do you keep? We look upon your surface calm, and feel the peace that is a balm. Now the gentle stream runs faster, racing swiftly swiftly — Over boundless cataracts. Water — share … Continue reading →

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Water – Adelaide Rhead

Posted on December 1, 2017 by

Water still, water deep, how many secrets do you keep? We look upon your surface calm, and feel the peace that is a balm. Now the gentle stream runs faster, racing swiftly swiftly — Over boundless cataracts. Water — share … Continue reading →

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Poem – Water 

Posted on September 7, 2016 by

Flowing through the river,  Moving peacefully,  Throughout the Earth Wherever the currents runs,  Water stirs freely,  Living as it wishes. Gentle enough to float a light feather,  Though fierce enough to drown a large steamship Water guides and protects,  It … Continue reading →

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Water – Pablo Neruda

Posted on January 15, 2016 by

Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble  pricked and the green thread  nibbled away, the petal fell, falling  until the only flower was the falling itself.  Water is another matter,  has no direction but its own bright grace,  runs through … Continue reading →

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