And John McCormack singing as if dragging a chant
Of a tune
His ode to a special kind of rivery flow,
Brings me to a river the same...
Flowing eternal
Now as if so calm
Yet this monsoon wind
How me binds
How in me finds her dreams...
And me bows
To her
A river
Il fiume...
A ganges...
A hooghly...
A brahmaputra...
A bheas...
A thames...
A teesta...
A kaveri...
And
So many rivers
me bows ...
For
They all are seasons of love like...
Eternal,
Original,
Universally acclaimed...
(Note:~extending here a John McCormack song...)
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