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She lived her life like a river

Full of bends and ever changing leads

Never one to stop

And cater to her own needs.


She wasn’t born of a magnificent glacier

Nor ran across the beautiful plains

Wasn’t blessed with abundance

Wasn’t free of the stains.


She went new places

Making each her own

Rejoiced her chaotic misery

Turbulence was forever her home.


She didn’t thrill her highs

As much as people enjoyed her fall

Gracing whatever was offered

She lived providing for them all.


Her spirits unfathomable

As long as the winds continue to blow

She will continue her journey

She will continue to flow.


– Aks