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The Will of River

Meandering effortlessly,
It swayed as if wine of centuries,
Made the senses to waltz,
In the daytime,
The sunrays,
Shone like quartz,
In night,
It made sounds,
As if bells jingled,
In melody,
Penetrating the,
Silence of night,
It was dark serpentine,
As if long hairline,
Of a brunette,
Tied in an infinite bind,
It got any place it wanted,
And never had to fight,
It made shores of river,
And river of shores,
It went along with gay abandon,
Happily and contented,
Cruel guys came along,
Build a dam,
Even before she had consented.

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