Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?


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By the river at Zion, where we sat down…

The good, the bad, the ugly,
All that power in the palm of my hand.

One stone’s throw away, 

And the ripples reflect on the sand.
A few more stones, and I could create a storm,

A few less, and I will have never seen so beautiful a form.
The good, the bad, the ugly,

All that power in the palm of my hand.

To remain a shadow or, to be a shade, 

To play, or to pause, but mostly, to understand.

[ by the river at #Zion, where we sat down…]

 

(c) PL – 2016

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