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Creek Drawn

 


We are drawn by the Creeks
They shape us like sediments
Carry us like Falling Leaves
Near the banks that house our tents

We meet here; are Drawn together 
The arcs of our lives converging
Neon lights hooked our minds
Hearts lead through the purging

You don’t see us
Our Faces shimmer the familiar
Lost in the Age of Progress 
Silver linings - surreal Blur

Figures outlined by the Flow
Refining the Inner Domain
Thing most sought yet oft ignored
Names but Words - Truth we obtain 

We are Drawn; You as well
Formed like ripples becoming still
Wanderers of the current 
Path thus Drawn - our Will

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