Soft flowing water
Falls prey to winters icy kiss.
Forgotten love, lifeless and cold,
Is seen from behind a frosty barricade,
The soul the unknowing victim.
Twisted by time and a half written rhyme,
We all seek a peaceful reprise.
The Zen Hiker
Hiking in the Hudson Valley of New York. Reviews of hikes, gear, music and everything to do with hiking.
The Zen Hiker 
I love this- that poem you asked me about is on my blog – hippie at heart- you can either search it or find it under category words of strength- hope you are well my friend
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