a river meanders in search of her ocean
flowing
gathering
flowering
eroding
gravitating towards its yet unknown end
where sweetness is sacrificed for the saline
yet the water remains water
hoping for its reincarnation
a meeting in between clouds
awaiting separate fates
in their separate states
the water still remains water
perhaps beckoned by mountains
or permeating beneath the soil
an eternal cycle…
there is no new water
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I reread this to-day and just shook my head! How beautiful it is!
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Thank you so very much.
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You sure you’re not a mystic, S? There’s so much meaning in your words! 👌👏🏽
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Ah well that is a tricky question Kunal. I am so sure that no mystic would ever admit to being one, not that I am one…. but just saying ;)
Thank you!
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An interesting phenomen beautifully expressed…Very nice Sonya.
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Thanks Kanwal.
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Dear Sonya,
Wonderful!
The tide may rise and fall, but the water never changes.
All good wishes,
robert
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Indeed!
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It’s a wonderful portrayal of an eternal circle, Sonya, nice poem. :)
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Thanks a lot Ranu
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very beautiful…
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Thank you so much
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Welcome…
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