Streams Join

Streams Join

A Poem by Spencer Barker

Trickling, 
what a beautiful sound, really. 
You must make not even a whisper to hear.
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Our hands hold, 
we must keep out the cold. 
The stream rises, 
dips, 
plunges, 
and sips. 
On we go! 
Down, down, down the stream. 
Love at first sight, 
a kiss at first light, 
moments of true admiration spark,
leaving us at the end of it all. 
Seeping edges of the river grow with us, 
in making a lasting love. 

© 2016 Spencer Barker


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I see this as the flowing river of love saturating, giving life. Beautiful :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Spencer Barker

10 Years Ago

Thank you!
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10 Years Ago

My pleasure, sir :)
So beautiful .........................

Posted 10 Years Ago


Spencer Barker

10 Years Ago

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.

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Added on March 28, 2016
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