There is a river,
A few can see it...
It flows, in your heart of
Hearts, with it's every beat.
It's water is melted love,
It's bed is a flowery wreath.
A credulous mind can perceive,
This is true, not an old myth.
River says, to be torrent,
To stop means to be stagnant...
The moss will grow, to slow
Its course, to make it poignant.
good one. Thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comments Yours Gajanan Mishra
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It flows, in your heart of Hearts, with it's every beat. It's water is melted love, very fine, beautiful expressions.. noble theme.. tony