I ran to the river
I walked in up to my waist
I let fall the pebbles
I had been carrying
To my surprise they did not sink
But dissolved straight away
Coming undone there in the water
I thought about my life coming undone
All the rooms I’ve had
All the dishes I’ve washed
Every person I’ve been
Each one I thought
As real as a stone
But it is earth crumbling
It is sugar on my tongue
It is the river I return to year after year
It is always there
It is always “me”
But the water is different every moment
Always created and never destroyed
And I wonder
As I watch my hands
“How can this be?”
But it is
Queen of Elves 
So beautiful
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Thank you 🤍
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This says to me……my choices dictate my circumstances and my path
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Love this interpretation. Thank you!
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Again so lovely and enchanting. So sorry you took my cash and wanted more, guess it was too good to be true…you are so intriguing and I am still tempted..
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Hey Alan, it sounds like you got scammed by someone using my pictures to pose as me. This happens a lot. I’m so sorry if that happened to you!
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Damn, that would explain a lot! Had a not so pleasant interaction with ‘you’ !
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Aww I’m so sorry to hear that 😦 but wow, you still supported my poetry even after you thought I scammed you. You have a generous lovely heart!
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I propose the idea that every action is a note played in people’s heart, I am not the notes I’ved played but how I chose to play them to be a part of the symphony that’s life
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I love this…you can always change the tune
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