Wishies Down The River

the river run pass the the land
taking your wishes in it stride
pass flowers of different colours
and rocks of different shapes

under old brigdes
and brigdes of new
where it takes my wishes
pass the mountins of snow

through the night
when sky is clean
and the river reflexs the the beauty
of the star light glow

the river run through the day
and skys of blue
where it takes my wishes
straight to you

poem by Little Wolf
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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