The skies hues are clouded
As the river darts cold
Chills run up and down my spine.
I want to see blue again-
A fresh life perspective from you
The other side of mundane
In a new pair of walking shoes
Where the river jumps stones
Nothing remains stagnant,
The winds sing in descant
As we find the unknown.
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