The Girl At The River

The Girl At The River short poem

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The girl at the river
with folding mountains
and shaggy trees

Watched two white swans
swaying with the moody breeze

She watched as they danced
and ruffled their feathers

In a way they were separate
but always together

She sat for a while as
she inhaled the moment

She knew in her heart the
swans would always be devoted

And as the swans drifted softly
away with each other

The girl at the river
thought only of her lover

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I am twenty years young from Ireland, I write to express and to say the things I could never make audible. I have little academic knowledge of poetry but I'm okay with that! I live to gaze at stars and question everything, my ultimate dream is to reset the factory settings of humanity...
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Pranav Jeet Singh Tanwar

This is as beautiful as anything cud be! CONGRATULATIONS!


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