Washes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Video: creek in Mundaring just starting to flow as rains build slowly (winter its coming).

“Character develops itself in the stream of life.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Washes

There's a sound that washes out 
the tension coiled in the back of
my mind, gently flowing among the
reeds like flute sonatas flooding
slowly through the brook of my body,
refreshing as it goes, softly singing
me a love song connection, an
invitation to an acceptance of dips
and hollows, the roots and rocks
that help to form my song.

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