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This river,
It dances untamed,
A spontaneous rhythm without rehearsal.
Who wove its tale?
Who scripted its journey?
Who shaped its screenplay?
Each time it flows,
Rising in wild ecstasy,
It streams into my being,
Awakening my very soul.
Coursing through my veins,
It races with passion,
Reaching deep into the past,
Strumming the chords of my dreams and melodies,
An eternal harmony.
It hums of my wondrous childhood,
Sings of my innocent youth,
Refines its tune,
And rewrites my scattered identity.
This river—untamed, relentless
Caresses failures,
Ignites triumphs,
Melts away sorrows,
And welcomes joy with open arms.
It is no ordinary stream.
It lifts my body,
It immerses my soul,
Washing away all remnants of pain,
Granting me renewal, rebirth.
This river isn’t just within me.
It rests its hand upon my shoulder,
Guiding me to paths untraveled.
Now, I am a mighty current,
A boundless flow surging forward.
Yes, this river is my existence,
My breath, My companion, My all.
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