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The life of a down hill river.
#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,
Glistening through the shinning water,
Clear diamond that later glitter,
As the sun goes down for night,
And blue turns to a ray of lights.
This the life of a down hill river,
It fresh water is a ready giver.
© I.V.E.
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,
Glistening through the shinning water,
Clear diamond that later glitter,
As the sun goes down for night,
And blue turns to a ray of lights.
This the life of a down hill river,
It fresh water is a ready giver.
© I.V.E.
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