The River Must Be Moving

a haiku

By 𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕 Published 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Eagle plummeting

at the speed of the Great Snake;

on sand sits Macaw

nature poetry

About the Creator

𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗– 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜.

♡ 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 ♡

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The River Must Be Moving

a haiku

About the Creator

𝚔𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕

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