Conduit of Time
When the river flows,
The stream glows,
Down the watercourse,
Through the natural channel,
The earth becomes its force.
When the river flows,
Beneath the falling waterfall,
Their the light transcends,
The fine array of each watercolour
Like a artist using his pallet,
To create a masterpiece.
Where students learn,
How master's shine,
Their they stand in awe,
In a winters war,
Through the conduit of time.
The river flows, and goes further,
From once that river flowed, and came.
There the river flows,
There the river lives.
I had to take lines because I realised it was only 20 lines max! so it may not fit together.
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