The vale

 

A thawed trickle that flows

From the dream of a vale

Garners twigs and silt within 

As it meanders through banks

And splashes into the treasures

Sharing some tales of the way

 When dissolving into brine

Learning to erupt with lunar patterns

Being tossed up with tides

The vale continues to bless

From the heavens above 

Sending the drizzle to the eye

That sow more promises with time.

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