She flaunts and shows,
the turn and twists she holds,
Crushes, everyone on her way,
She moves as she sway,
She sparkles and sprinkles,
everyone feel fresh,
to see her in rhythm,
from start to finish,
She expands or she shrinks,
flaunts her predominance,
without any fear,
flowing on it’s own way,
She is the mighty river!
This is beautiful.I loved you have used the metaphor of river.
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Thanks so much Megha!!🌸
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So beautiful… I couldn’t guess first it was a river…I enjoyed reading it
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Thanks so much Sana! I am happy you liked it!!🌸
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I have nominated you for the Liebster Award
https://froggycrochet.wordpress.com/2018/05/08/liebster-award/
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Oh thanks so much!!🌸
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Your Welcome 🙂
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🙂
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A flowing river is well appreciated for its purity until it becomes stagnant 👍 good poetry 👏👏
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Thank you, definitely if a river is stagnant it will lose the characteristics of a river!
Thank so much!!
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Lovely lines
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Thank you Rita!!
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I love to sit beside a flowing river. Calms and soothes my soul. Very good post.
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Yeah even, I love sitting beside a river and see the flow, Thank you so much!!
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It’s inspiring, beutiful and powerful! Loved it ❤
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Thanks so much Liz, it means a lot to me!:)
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♥
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