Meandering through the plains
A river charts its course
Cutting through the mountain
Ferocious in its force
Its water flows steadily
Not wavering from its goal
Joined along the way
By streams of the same soul
Vanishing at sea
Its legacy left behind
We are travelers on our own road
Meeting nomads of the same kind
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I like the use of words in this one.
Hey thanks, I guess I am improving [:P]
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