rivers sing by anelephantcant
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rivers sing
when you hold my hand
great mountains can walk
the rivers all sing
and the trees smile and talk
the moon floats benignly
the stars dance in the skies
nights full of laughter
and the sun never cries
little birds warble
like a sonnet by Burns
butterflies turn cartwheels
the earth joyfully turns
the wind blows in colours
like a rainbow’s sweet breath
now garlands are wreaths
as our love bleeds to death
anelephantcant 
I love the beginning – how mountains can walk –
startling in the clear and precise word choice, and then, the ending? that last line – woof! unexpected twist – which just makes the lyricism of this, turn itself on its ear! how wonderful is this?
love it C.E.!
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The beginning is often so different from the end.
Thank you, Pat
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