A Question for the Stream

The winter rains have swelled the stream

and now a river roars beneath us, down

 

in the ravine where we never go,

surging and rushing through the trees.

 

But how can I let my heart leap up,

how can I love you, as I do,

 

when soon I know the rains will pass

and the waters cease to flow?

 

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