down into the glade
and place my soul into the water there.
A river alive with stones
awash with every story of my life
flowing downwards to the sea.
I am a flower falling on the stream
and floating in spirals of letting go
as my dreams make way for you.
I am my truest self in the song David sings,
each word unveils the longing of my heart:
I shall not want.
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