Scott Ransopher

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Rivers Rivers Rivers cool cold
Refreshing rivers, running, leaping
Joyously over the waterfalls.
 
Flying rapturously through the air
With a song of praise cupping
Effortlessly the rocks below no pain
At all, it continues to flow.
 
Running quickly, swiftly no time to
Waste, to what destination? She must
Keep her pace.
 
Each journey purer as she leaps along
She’s in love with Love he keeps
Her heart filled with a song.

written 1999

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