Poetry

The river of time, it flows and winds,
A winding path, where moments leave behind.
It carries us, on its gentle stream,
Through joys and sorrows, through life's every dream.

With every bend, a new view unfolds,
A chance to learn, to grow, to mold.
The river's voice, a soothing sound,
Echoes whispers, of memories unbound.

As we drift along, on its tranquil tide,
We gather wisdom, and let go with pride.
For in the river's flow, we find our way,
Through life's great journey, to a brand new day.

And when our time, on this earth is done,
The river's memories, will be forever won.
For in its depths, our stories will remain,
A testament to life, and love's sweet refrain.

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