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A River's Dance
From the mountain's cradle,
a trickle awakens,
laughter and whispers in the cool air,
skipping over stones,
carving its laughter in the granite.
Through meadows, wildflowers nod,
a ribbon unwinding,
reflecting...
a trickle awakens,
laughter and whispers in the cool air,
skipping over stones,
carving its laughter in the granite.
Through meadows, wildflowers nod,
a ribbon unwinding,
reflecting...
