This river is special, they say,
For it was born of love and pain.
From tears shed by an angel named Elaine,
Who wept for years up on that mountain's sway.
Her heart was broken, shattered by the loss
Of the only man she ever loved.
Her tears fell like rain, from high above,
And formed a river, a symbol of her cross.
Now the river flows, a gentle stream,
Through valleys, forests, and pastures green.
And those who drink from its crystal waters clean
Feel the love that Elaine once dreamed.
For this river is special, a gift from above,
A reminder of the power of love.
And though Elaine has gone, her memory lives on,
In the river that flows, forever strong.
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The Whispers of the Moon
Poetry"Whispers of the Moon" is a collection of soulful and introspective poetry that explores the depths of the human experience. The poems in this book are a reflection of the author's journey through life, love, loss, and self-discovery. With each tur...
