#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 fish runs in the river,
Eyes capturing that ever,
Parents and childrens are seen cheerfully,
Lovers are sighted in affectionately,
Enjoying the beauty of riverscape,
Save the future nature of landscape.
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