There's a type of water that runs wild and free
Cutting paths beyond the sea
It breaks away the land
Little by little
At first they start as streams
Getting bigger they start getting called creeks
Add a bit more water they get called brooks
And when they grow bigger yet
Well you get the point
Next thing you know it's been 60+ years
Little branches of water start breaking off
We'll call them streams
That fork off from your path and start again
Breaking away at the land
That you carved through with your very own hands
Hoping to make themselves bigger
And like that once again your river roams wild and free
Just how it was meant to be
But for some of those less fortunate rivers
They start to flow a little too fast
A little too dangerous
bringing trees and rocks
Into their wakes
Starting to form an area called a delta
Where branches and pebbles start building up
Until the water flows onto the sand
Turning them into wetlands
All because they let gravity ruin our flow
They let gravity pull on them too hard
That it made them unbreakable
These rivers have no weakness
No reason
-LKB-
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My Everlasting Eclipse
PuisiEverlasting heartbreak, unrequited love. Shows eclipsing emotions, feelings, and mindsets (hints the name). Every poem i write will be here either when i write it or as i make changes to it. This is my first attempt at making a book so please give c...
