#WritcoPoemPrompt6
The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
She can't be calm before reaching to aim,
She's the one who has no shame in doing the same,
She don't mind all that rocks coming in her way,
Just go and go on clearing her way.

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© Prachi
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