Bird, River
She
changes.
When I
touch her
with my
wing,
she is
long, blue and majestic.
She snakes
through valleys and
I follow
along.
I like to
dip my feet
into her
cool waters
as I catch
fish.
I never let
her out of my sight.
She is my
mother.
She gives
me everything I have.
When I fly
towards the sun,
she becomes
a memory,
a distant
blur.
As I spiral
downward,
all I can
see in her
is my own reflection.
2015 November PAD Challenge, Day 5
2015 November PAD Challenge, Day 5
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