Flow... The crystal waters flow
Deep in the wood, where lights are low

Hear the gentle whispering
Of the stream that passes through
Green moss covered stones
Tunnels of trees and twisted roots
Here the sun is weakened
By filters of leaves above
With grace the silver water
Blend with light in sparks of gold

Light reflects on the
Everchanging surface
Images of past that drift away
As water flows

Moments that will never return
Are all left behind
Just memories forever lost
In the flowing stream of time.

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