Beauty Afar Over The River

The grass turns grey and the mist prevades the space
There is a beauty afar over the river who’s in an anxious wait
I would go against the current and snuggle up to her
even though there are rapids and the way is circutous
Also, I like to float down the stream and look for her trace
Only to find she seems to be standing in the middle of the water
The grass turns grey and the mist prevades the space
There is a beauty afar over the river who’s in a desperate wait

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Hi, everyone. I am a Chinese. Actually I am a major in bioengineering, but I developed a hobby of reading and writing English poems when I was in college. I got to know highonpoems by chance on twitter, it's a marvellous website for me and my like.
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Saurin Desai
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the one that got away, huh? 🙂

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