I’ve seen Rivers Rivers as ancient
As the Sun-bridled Dawn in its Chariot
Carried across the densest filament
It grew a Leaf then Became a Flower
Its eyes were as INnocence never Touched
The other that was Lost was its Fountain
Crowned with the Friendship of the Parted Friend
And another grew Stronger by its Near Death
FLowers as Rare as the beauty of Youth.
Its Only comes Once-in-a-Lifetime Curse
Beauty Once Found is always DIscovered
Were Time not so Elegant by its Truths/
Here and Before Never Again Be Torn
Bloom its greatest Maturity Upon
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