River HymeA Poem by Dindella
In the river to the east below,
Waits the ever-wafting flow, Benign malice do the waters cast, Their eerie reflections on the glass. Put your hands upon the ice, I think you'll find the cold is nice, But don't get your hopes up yet, No, don't get your hopes up yet. For to the east the river flows, On and on and on it goes, To summer shores and winter retreats, There's no where this current doesn't meet. Put your hands upon the ice, I think you'll find the cold is nice, But don't get your hopes up yet, No, don't get your hopes up yet. © 2014 DindellaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorDindellaRuther Glen, VAAboutHi, hello. You can call me Dindy, but close friends call me Dellz. Please don't call me Dellz unless you fit under the second category. I will probably mostly write poetry and the concessional blurb o.. more..Writing
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