Rainbows twirl, fall and cascade
Slipping on the tears of the winter moon
Cougar howls from paw prints in the snow
Feline dismay at the drenching
by Grandmother's silver tears.
Sometimes the pain of the ancestors
washes down to us
Rivers connecting generations,
spanning space and time.
Some rivers are pure, fresh and sweet
Some muddied and clogged and brown
Some rivers carry toxins of where they've been before -
All rivers carve stone.
All rivers are steeped with ancient wisdom
It's all
in how you interpret it.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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