Simply poetry
A River
A river runs gently caressing the sands, reaching out to touch the shore
her moods changing with every bend and turn, leaving you wanting more
as the wind blown tree's whisper their serenade to the purple sky
a dream of her dancing to the natural song occupies your inner eye
an innocent touch sends the heart screaming like the hawk that's free to glide
the sound...
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