The river flows, tranquil and deep,
Reflecting the sky's serene hue.
Time drifts away with its gentle sweep,
A melody of peace, tried and true.
Boats traverse against the soft stream,
Yet its calmness they cannot break.
Water's whispers, a soothing dream,
Healing the soul with each ripples wake.
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Diary of a Poet
PoetryPoems about random things I find fascinating. And a more articulated way of getting things off my chest.
