A river is born
As the ball rolls,
Moisture captured
In upper strata,
Bleeding to layers below.
Impressions made;
Streams carved;
The universe is marked
By passing thought.
From irrigated channels,
Ideas unsaid find root.
Worlds are created.
Worlds are changed.
And life takes new meaning,
If only for a moment,
Until the ball rolls again
In fields yet untilled.
The episode that never existed
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Wow, this is great. The last few verses, especially “And life takes new meaning, If only for a moment…” reflects an deep and sentimental mood. I really enjoyed the read.
Thanks…I have definitely been in a sentimental mood of late.