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This is the time we break from Winter's grasp.
Mountain Stream
Posted on 08/26/2019 at 10:32PM
Poetry
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Water roaring down the bed,
between the moss covered rocks.
Icy cold, glacier fed,
milky color in early Spring,
pooling in eddies, pushing deep,
rushing water sounds do sing.
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