The flowing river’s gentle roar carries me into the night, and by its bank, sighing, I rest my head against a log. Goodnight, I whisper to the mighty river as the shadows grow. The darkness comes upon the scene, and everything is hid within a veil. I shift there on the ground, turning my head up to the stars, up to that ocean of time and space we are but flotsam in. What massive current carries our stars and us along? Where do we go in this unknowable world? Beside me, the gentle river, rumbling softly, carries on and on.
Drabble: Gentle River
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