May- 7- 2025
'Mingle' Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
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“Like the river that mingles with the sea, we move quietly towards the ultimate source when our restless journey comes to a halt to commence a new life of peace and ease” ~ By Poet With a mighty roar and blasting winds, the rains ravaged the earth in feverish frenzy gushing forth in torrents. Soaked to bones the trees stood trembling. The rain water began flowing in clear streams. It flowed down, mingling with the river. The river carried it with a lilting lullaby. holding the rain water in her bosom. Winding down through valleys all along, the river mingled with the ocean waiting with open arms. No need to roam again as its journey is over and it has finally found its home! Isn’t our life like a river? Through struggles and sorrows, we rush alone, restless looking for a resting place until we mingle and merge with our source never lost, but swimming into new life as the night mingles with the day!
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