Pure like a river
Creating comfort for the thirsty travellers
But you don't stay for anything,
You are independent.
Voices of desperate lovers
settled at the shores
You're merciful but no one
Can keep you for themselves
You're a fickle lover
But a lover nonetheless
You abandon everything you touch eventually,
But take their essence with you
A final act of mercy.
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Author:
spiderlily (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2025 06:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Someday I won't lie on your shore hoping i will reach you one more time.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
The poem explores the complexity of love and relationships, likening love to a river—nurturing yet transient, capable of providing comfort but ultimately unable to be possessed.
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