A Poem by Kyle Bynoe.
River flow,
like teardrops fall
Where do they go?
Among us all.
Snowcapped mountains
along the tree
where gardeners maintain
green lush trees.
Above it all
lies rich blue skies
above the wolve’s call
where nobody dies.
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