Mountain Water Rushing, crashing, trickling-- Flowing down a mountain. Lulling, whirling, singing-- Racing through a valley. Sage and pupil travelled By a glistening stream. The forests were lightless; The mountainside soundless. “Listen closely” whispered The sage to his pupil. “These clear streams and rivers Make their way everywhere.” They listened as they climbed-- Thinking, pausing, wondering. Silence filled each cavern-- Whirling, calling, whistling. “These streams flow everywhere” Said the sage—“Can you hear?” David Gosselin David Gosselin is a poet, translator, and linguist based in Montreal. He is the founder of The Chained Muse poetry website and New Lyre Podcast. His first collection of poems is entitled Modern Dreams.
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