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04/17/19 at 03:11PM
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Poetry
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A river, running fast and free,
Over rock and logs, towards the sea.
The sound I hear, in my mind,
Are those of love's forgiveness, in kind.
A view of life's great travail,
Knowing that our love will sail,
Out of the darkness, on this night,
Comes the sound of love, in flight.
