The Mighty
Looking down on the river
watching the current flow by
as though time had stopped
she didn’t know why
finally
listening to the silence
like letting go of a breeze
with the current running through them both
one always knowing
the other on her knees
hope stripped away
on the banks of whatever comes after
knowing now what had always been true
once she let it all go
well then
she was the river too









so very beautiful dearest Bat ❤️
Beautifully penned, Bat. Another excellent write with great imagery my friend. Amazing read as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Sweeping down the river.
Moving ink.
Regards
James
Thank you James
Bat