Untitled Poem by Nosheen Irfan

There is a meaning inherent in the metaphor of this poem that’s worth pointing out: one never steps into the same river twice (Heraclitus) . The quiet river flows steadily, never changing path, but the water (its content) is always fresh. And so is true love.

Love is a lovely 😊 river that flows forever, a spring that flowers round the year. Very true.

That is true. True love is divine and pure and flows like a river. Beautiful composition. Thanks for sharing.