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The River : her days of madness
Contributed by
joydeep_nath
on
Friday, 12th September 2003 @ 04:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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She flows in all her fury.
She,that trickled awry.
Not now,but in seasons old.
The Rains cast her in an awesome mould.
The River charges on,looks marauding.
Rising,growing and menacing.
Tress,bridges,rocks fear severance,
As they stand in mute reverence.
Watery strings from heaven fuel her fire.
This: a conspiracy between Above and Here
She that tenderly mothered you all,
Knows it time for all to fall.
Beware plains!for she intends to renew;
To wipe and write your fate anew.
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2003-09-12 04:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The River : her days of madness
(User Rating: 1 ) by Shmokin on
Monday, 10th April 2006 @ 11:58:30 AM AEST (User
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well captured :-) |
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