The river
The river flowed at her feet,Giving her a choice,
To either live or perish.
Turning away,s he would choose life,
But entering it, she would death...
she remembered the life she wanted,
all that she has had tp perrsevire
she thought that her dreams couldnt go to waste
she knew twas her time to stand up again
and slowly she refrained.
But the waters, slow-footed, flowed away,
And she knew her sorrow to be ephemeral.
That too would flow away, irrevocable....
This philosophy well learnt,
She stept back; she chose life.
posted by Turphy @ Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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