Monday, October 13, 2025

Nothing of itself ends*

 



Nothing of itself ends*

 

From the top of the mountain to the bottom it goes

Rapidly it keeps continuity in its flow

Through the turns, bends and twist

Containing itself so fluidly, not a drop is missed

Out to the river where it seems it might end

Only to start the process all over once again

 

Dom*Colucci 2012

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