THE RIVER OF LIFE
It begins as a small stream
Where the horizon
Kisses the sky.
It cools the banks,
Sometimes rushing with force,
Sometimes like a fearless boy,
Leaping from rocks as a waterfall.
In its descent,
On the plain,
Boats anchor,
And ships
Come and go.
At last,
The river disappears
Into the sea,
A thunder subsides,
And there, the line with the horizon
Fades, fades away.
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
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Comments2
A wonderful metaphor and so nicely imaged and written. A fave
Also, your message is wonderful and I appreciate it very much!
My pleasure
I like the picture you paint with the words chosen for this poem. Excellent write.
I also like your thoughtful message.
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