The river slowly slipped between banks of dappled green,Oblivious to the noisy world of men,The sibilant sound of its sojourn among the reedsLike kisses in the air or the swish of skirts,Its comforting sussuration, gentle counterpointTo the clamour of my wildly beating heart.In its long journey from the excitement of its birthLong ago in the cool of alpine meadows,It must have heard many similar stories to mine,The longin...
