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#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,
The trees on the side,
Is place where I hide,
The green grass,
Could touch my heart,
The brown bridge on the high
Can never die,
When I sleep there,
I feel someone is here,
But I like the place,
where I stay.
© sarika sharma
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,
The trees on the side,
Is place where I hide,
The green grass,
Could touch my heart,
The brown bridge on the high
Can never die,
When I sleep there,
I feel someone is here,
But I like the place,
where I stay.
© sarika sharma
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