Reverie #1

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

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79 comments

  1. Excellent writing, so poignant, so full of life. I loved it. Keep up the good work.
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