The river of time flows—
waters dark and deep,
waters pure and sweet,
a mirror of my soul
in its quiet, mystic sleep.
It carries the weight of memories,
the whispers of times long past,
and the breeze's soft murmur:
forever the river shall flow.
In its steady current,
a timeless refrain resounds—
a song of life's eternal nature,
of love's enduring grace.
From the whole, my essence flows,
an indivisible truth.
Yet, in the river's gentle cadence,
I find a peaceful shore,
where my heart is mended
and my soul, restored.
MyKoul
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