A River

Starting as a tiny drop
and try to flow,
while flowing on the Time,
meet many natures, spirits, and
infirmation of both body and soul.
but has no authority to stop
until meet the ocean, deadly deep.
How deep the Ocean is even one can't imagine.
Now,
just flow and flow with the hope to meet the ocean.
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How boring the life is, just flowing!

poem by Kathrine Rose82
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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