Tuesday, September 26, 2017

The River

Through my lonely town she runs
Cutting through civilizations ancient
Leaving fully fertile soil behind;
Where pests never can play a part
As the crops grow beautiful and smart.
For my river runs deep within my town
Washing all my gloom with her presence,
Her banks, still preserving my childhood;
And while the fears of her drying up rise high
She flows, in her innocence through my eyes.

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