#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 weathering and erosion
helps in ecological succession
The river isn't amazing?
The sound, the voice...
The never ending choice..
the perseverance, the determinance
Basin empty but underground presence
The young phase spends in valleys.
the middle in plains
the oldest phase opens to ocean
Never confuses between mind and emotions
Following the gradient and here it goes..
meets its destiny with complete devotion...
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