Stream arise from high hill sides Whilst others fall back deep 'neath earth Others still arise 'tween valleys Streams may mingle winding on And ever flowing ever on As ever as the streams sweet song And grateful may we listen.
Over spilling
Flowing wild
Journey under
Then re surf
Linger pools then cease to tarry
Clouds pass over
Blood we're born
Streams.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010, 08:18 AM EST
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Wonderful !!
Sarah11:23 AM EST