Reinvention Poem by Bryan E. DeYoung

Reinvention



Across the ancient hills of longing,
worn away by time's steady pace
blossom thoughts becoming footprints
that have only to dance in the trickle of the
pebbled stream to be heard forever echoing
through the canyons and rushing as
mighty rivers.

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