(Usually I write long poems, but for some reason the poet muse just stopped after having written just a few lines)
I know not what
God would have of me
To do now.
I'd like to return
To a safe discovering—
The very sort I had
As a child
Reading a book
And marveling
At the world of safe adventure
Learning clearly bode well
To present before me
A river flowing
I only had to float upon.
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