The river goes downstream;
sometimes in green rivulets of peace;
Sometimes with loud roaring rapids,
The river of life dries up too,
societies aridity sucks the life out of it like a hot desert day
Unexpected showers, River comes back to life, gurgling;
Bringing my arid soul back;
like the desert, whose beauty springs forward in hours:
Beauty unexpected, rich in red and yellow -
like the soul that finds richness and sustenance in the world.
The river of life is sometimes cruel, painful,
sometimes overflowing with joy,
Always alive.
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