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The river is not running away.
It flows, purifying the air,
gliding smoothly over rocks and pebbles.
The river is not fleeing in fear.
It moves gently, pushing its waves forward,
bubbling and playfully chattering as it goes.
It does not rush to reach a goal
in some frantic race.
It embraces both its shores,
dancing and uniting them,
resonating like a melody.
Holding warmth within its depths,
it spreads coolness as it glides along.
The river knows only to give—
it flows, but it does not run away.
Even as humans conspire
to shrink and restrain it,
polluting its purity,
the river carries their sins
to merge them into the vast ocean.
My friend,
the river is not running away.
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