A River By The Mountains

A River By The Mountains short poem

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There is a river by the mountains,
Covered by the deep dark forest.
There is a river by the mountains,
Where tired travellers take rest.
There is a river by the mountains,
Which flows like a lonely soul.
There is a river by the mountains,
Which comes to life at the water fall.
There is a river by the mountains,
Earth dribbles to its warm caress
There is a river by the mountains,
A haven for the last solace.

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I have been writing since I was in class five, and I have written (like many others) for myself and kept my writings hidden in the pages of my diary. After 10 years of office and family duties I finally brought the writer in me out of the closet and started sharing my writings on public forums. The first time I did so , my story was selected by Penguin Publishers and Mrs Sudha Murty and published in an anthology "Something Happened on the Way to Heaven". This encouraged me to share my works further. So here I am ...
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