I'm standing close by a river of rhyme,
where words cascade, in endless pantomime,
each line is a ripple, on the rugose water's crest,
but the chaotic current seems a randomized mess.
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If you pledge not to drown us first, we'll write poems as intercessory prayers to keep your head above water. Salt of the earth should be dissolved in our poems, to make bodies more buoyant. May they float like corks as they are swept away!
I love standing by a river of rhyme.