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She Is River
She Is River
She is river,
Having lambent flow with perennial opulence,
Trying to stimulate life with all her might effusing her benevolence.
Her kernel of exudation is a transcendental mystery,
With pristine composure she holds in abyss, mankind's history.
She is river,
She sweeps mosses with her tide, ladened ignorantly in her bosom,
Her consecrated flow infiltrates all pernicious intents from suffering doom.
She is all malleable to cascade through her serpentine course,
To vindicate fertility and enrich habitation in her recourse.
She is river,
The divine embodiment whose ambrosial stream invokes propitious moments,
Her emancipated flow is the reason of unbridled cadence.
>She bridges the distance between human hearts
And augments the confluence of wisdom and tradition to impart.
She is river,
She defines the horizons of existence by conferring her redundant treasure
She can renounce her ultimate to living fraternity with all pleasure.
When languid steps and bohemian soul comes to her refuge
Her suave ripples quench their thirst and gently bathes their lassitude.
She enrobes the reflective hues of nature, and her iridescent charm is a poet's destination,
The chapter's rise and fall but she never falters to hold their narration.
Her shimmering resilience in morning light and at daybreak she is crepuscular bride,
But her archaic glory unflinchingly parades her pride.
