River Of Her
A river cuts through the vegetation,
With her curves and bends.
Enchanted, in awe am I,
She flows calmly, majestically!
Form ages have I wanted to swim in her,
The waters of love and life.
To feast myself in her,
To quench my thirst, to breathe again.
It is the river of her, I dive in.
The piranha of her rejection eat me alive!
She tosses me onto her boulders,
Then spits me out at her next bend.
Helpless, lifeless, I cling onto her banks,
To the roots of the trees beside her.
They whisper to me,
"Watch her you can, drink from her you may,
Indulge in her not, you imbecile,
For once we did, we suffered the same fate,
We decayed on her banks and stayed!
Stay we shall, till time withers us away,
Or she abandons us for a new course!"
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