Two Elements

The wind collects secrets
soaring by our doors
A river gathers answers
flowing through all time

Secrets travel distances
whispered to the trees
Answers roll with currents
delivered to a waters edge

Distances haunt a man
that knows of  a secret
Currents draw a woman
troubled by a question

A man climbs among the trees
waiting for the words
A woman sits at a waters edge
listening for an answer

The trees are the doors
to all the many secrets
caught amongst the air
blowing in the winds

A waters edge through times
is the keeper of the answers
one with the waters
traveling down rivers

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