Quaint and calm she marched
Never down and parched
The only thirst is to see yonder
Is she hoping for rainbows?
A meadow of her calling?
A mend for the broken promises?
Morning hid under the shades of night
Winter wiped the auburn autumn
Years tinted ghastly memories
Yet she marched quaint and calm
Indifferent to her destiny
The man stood for eternity
Wondering and calculating her steps
Questioning her actions
For she was distinct among the bevy
Whispers in the winds went by
“A river never stays
A river flows”
Indeed she was a river of life
She was the river of life…. beautiful metaphor
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This is beautiful. I could feel her inner strength, very vivid & gripping. πΈ
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She is in every one of us π
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Beautiful poem! River flows.
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Thank you π
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This is beautifully written. The surprises that lie yonder. π
And thank you so much for stumbling upon my little blog!
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A river never stays
A river flows
Indeed she was a river of life
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Thanks a ton
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You’re welcome π
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Is she hoping for rainbow..a meadow of her calling…lovely lines..
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Loved it..π
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Thank you π
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River of life very nice
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Thank you nisha..
And Good Evening
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Same to u dear
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