A Poem
Flowing along like a rushing river.
Un-sure of its' destination untill it glides to a stop.
Along with it sweeps thoughts and hopes of a single person.
Its creator, its maker
The person that brought it life.
What is it?
What could it be?
A poem, a poem,
What else could it be?
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