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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,
๐ ข๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ฃ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ จ๏ธ ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ฅ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ
๐ ฆ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ฃ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ ๐ ๏ธ๐ ฅ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ก๏ธ ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ จ๏ธ ๐ ฃ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ข๏ธ...
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,
๐ ข๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ฃ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ จ๏ธ ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ฅ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ
๐ ฆ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ฃ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ ๐ ๏ธ๐ ฅ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ก๏ธ ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ จ๏ธ ๐ ฃ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ๏ธ๐ ข๏ธ...