life, love write live, Poetry, Rhymes, scribbles of myself, Writing

Flowfall

The roar of the flow, 

can be heard for miles,

Deafening when you’re close,

 an undeniable force of nature, 

The current is torrent, 

Words storm from this pen,

 torrentially crashing,

waking my existence,

from the abis I rise against 

the ever changing tides of life

Swim through these rapids

  like I’m amphibious 

 indigenous born from the flow

These rhymes are my home

The only thing I’ve ever known 

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