Adamant, rocks give the river no ground,
Their rocky pride blocking her farther down,
But sure does she flow, fume nor yet a frown,
In coolest confidence she turns around;
Quiet this war of nerves goes on for long,
No short sprints, she runs a long marathon,
A starting whistle nor yet closing tong,
Quiet does the duel go ever on.
Let stubborn rocks commit their stony sins,
But sandy proof shows up in river bed,
Inch by inch, chip by chip they lose their stead,
She, yielding to the obdurate still wins,
To win the war of life, vie with the long,
Lose battles, but wait for the winner's gong.
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Sonnets | 04.02.10 |
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