River Fingers

River Fingers

Long hands on the chest of the earth,
Paths drawn by flowing water.
Movement etched on sandy banks,
Awakening the silence.

Waves speak to one another,
In a language without sound.
Between stones warmed by the sun,
Coolness finds its way.

Paths bending downward,
Stretching without knowing distance.
The river extends its fingers,
Gently touching the land.

GR kaviyoor 
30 01 2026
(Canada, Toronto)

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