This morn, You the river, stay as a paint, a pastel dream...

This morn
You The River,
Stay as a Pastel dream,
For your flow
Is undying,
Your sprite
me hath seen
Since my birth,
Nineteen seventies,
By your banks,

And birth of my forefathers too...
By You,
Your awesome,
Your flow eternal,

In every cities of the world,
In every first seedy birth of civilisation,
You were there...
The origin,
The River...


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