#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 one who is derived by the passion,
May be slow down for sometime,
But never stops its efforts,
Leaving the naysayers behind,
Turning deaf ear to the negative talkers,
The river made it path,
To the ocean, its final destination
Not giving damn to anything,
Sweeping everything trying to hinder it,
The one with the burning heart,
Gets what it wants,
Leaving the critics behind,
Turn every page into a beautiful story.
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