ValleysA Poem by chloe
Rivers cut deep into valleys,
Yet green coats cover its traces of existence. The waters can be clear, murky; Either way, it lives in the shadow of green peaks. Its audacity to dig deeper is undying, taking over the territory like ivy; Slowly, gradually, and unseen. © 2017 chloe |
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2 Reviews Added on October 28, 2017 Last Updated on October 28, 2017 Tags: depression, humans, pain |