Rushing but Never RestingA Poem by cemilyLife is a crackling, rushing river. It has rapids, the water rough and loud piling up. The sudden drops to ground Jerk, frighten, and deafen. But, unbelievably, it lets out To a calm, gentle stretch of water, The roar of the past an echo in the background, Then it speeds again, Rocky and unpredictable, Wondering when it will slow down and rest again. © 2015 cemily |
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Added on May 16, 2015 Last Updated on May 16, 2015 AuthorcemilyPAAboutMy name is Emily, a totally uncommon name I know. I have gone through a lot, and so I try my best to relate to and help everyone I meet. I hope to become a successful writer and any feedback is great.. more..Writing
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