I, the RiverA Poem by implicit
Under the moon, under the sun
I, the river, always run My journey never done I, the river, always run Man thinks he has won But I, the river, far outrun Through valleys, cutting canyons Before man could build There was I, with no companions Running through the hills Through valleys, cutting canyons When man's ambition had him killed There was I, with no companions Running through the hills © 2024 implicit |
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Added on July 10, 2024 Last Updated on July 10, 2024 Author
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