With a power that shapes rocks
It takes life as easily as it gives
Though it doesn't have a body
It roars, it whispers, it lives
It flows on through the ages
Exploring the ground and sky
It knows so many secrets
All the tall tales and white lies
As ages go on, it keeps on flowing
Housing animals and saving humans
Yet, each year it's load gets heavier
Withering dirty under the pollution
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The Mixed Bag
PoetryMixed Bag - Something that has both good and bad parts. This is my mixed bag of poetry from the mixed bag that is my mind. Highest Ranking: #415 in Poetry [May contain dark content. Read at own risk.]
