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A poem

The river
grew freely in the wild
he knows a few songs
and many more love stories
which he heard from people passionate about travel
who were talking alone
believing that no one hears them
quick to anger and bright
he was used to winning
around the neck
they were hanging the trophies he was proud
he looks upwards
admires the unrestrained greatness of the sky
he swelled his chest
and rushed again to bite the bank of the river



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