RIVER POEM

When I despair,

I would find peace

should my thoughts find the river.

She always flows onward

never stopping her progress.

What a crazy thought

for the river to suddenly stop flowing.

The river would cease being a river

and become dry, brittle.

Her beauty would be lost

and those who sought comfort in her

would find none.

In times of darkness,

I shall liken myself to a river,

I shall become a river,

My name will be River.

The river, like I, will never stop,

though sometimes she flows softly

and other times she flows swift and strong.

She always maintains her identity as river

and all respect her as such.

She may change her course,

but still she is a river

and still she flows always onward.

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