Neverending Quest
The river wanted to love its own motion
In my hands in a blond and pink nudity
I failed as my strength to hold was poor
I bowed down and went to a little brook
I looked to my image and it said it's okay
Did I cry a little still in the silver raindrops
Could I offer red rose vapour to the brook
I went to the mirror who so nicely smiled
I felt there were further pantoums to read
Further mountains to look for and explore
I sat before an afternoon, blue absorption,
Silence, shadows, twitters in the bushes
Music of daybreak and taps on my thought
I answered to find sincere quests never end
Just then a nightingale sang out in a thrill
October 15//2027
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