Confluence

I walked along the stream to the mountain road, all alone.

I struggled to return. The gurgling expectations of youth.

The rugged landscape, green ridges, rushes and hedgerows. I limped back.

I searched the horizon. I fastened my jacket as the clouds gathered in.

The lake was tranquil, filled with music. Like a violin. The evening was forgotten.

Where two streams meet and converge. Absent dreams linger. Some emerge.

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