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Two streams
Two feathery streams, hardly more than a crick, Swirl and curl down a mountain slope Carving lines being shaped as they go From whence they came to where they barely did know. Gravity led them as they gathered more steam Rocks, little hills an occasional new stream
Led them ever more downward and downward they did go Until by chance they combined into one larger flow They laughed when they mixed The bitter, the sweet Continuing this way more than two million feet Then calamity forced the one into two I cried when I found myself separate from you I felt so very alone After such a long time But my waters flowed in yours as yours did in mine Part of me in you, part of you in me As we continued separate journeys Towards the seas Other vein tribulets joined further changing us Enriching our spirits, gathering thrust I became fuller and flowed with such force You became weaker as sand altered your course Sapping your vitality The final drops of your waters filling no more than a cup Sank into that mountain Your essence dried up When I looked back When I looked up I saw only a mist Your time was up. Gravity led me down to the sea You flowed within me A small crick no more! changed you see!
And I'm not alone and you are not gone!
We reach open water
We live on and on!
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