FLOWING BY,
GOING BYE BYE
Some days I’m ice.
Some days I’m mist.
But most days
I’m like the river:
flowing by, going by, “Hi!”
I’m dark loose liquid,
flowing, making my way
down to the sea,
so tell me what you
want to tell me, now,
fast, before I’m gone?
“Hi! Bye! Bye!”
Some days I’m mist.
But most days
I’m like the river:
flowing by, going by, “Hi!”
I’m dark loose liquid,
flowing, making my way
down to the sea,
so tell me what you
want to tell me, now,
fast, before I’m gone?
“Hi! Bye! Bye!”
© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2010
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