The RiverA Poem by Laura Kate
Would you come to me
if I called to you? The river grows wider as we stand on opposite sides. You are stronger, but you don't like to swim. I love to swim, but I too often get carried away, Would you hold out your hand, and pull me back to safety if the tides tried to carry me away? The river grows wider and the water faster still, as we stand in our opposing places on opposite sides of the river.
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