Clear mountain streams
What is that allure, of a clear mountain stream,
That the heart lifts, at the sight, of the river's nascent dream,
As she falls over boulders , rocks, in reckless abandon
Makes us stop,dangle toes,in the crystalline current,
Perhaps we do it in the hope, as freely she does, roam,
That we could carry away some of the magic, of her spirit,the magic, of her woodland home.
--shubha
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