Marvin Brato Sr
# The Brook # - Poem by Marvin Brato Sr
The cascading stream
sings a melody of life
as it fills the open river
that continuously flowing
into the ocean of memories.
The rainfall replenishes
the bosom pond of water
from which surge endlessly
fresh irrigate of our existence.
The century earth is blessed
as the river nestles on its breast
bathing relentlessly to wash off dust
while every living creature drinks from it.
Even the stones on the sand
has cooled its body from sunburn
when water pours on the riverbank
thus quench the thirst of the planetarium.
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