Water

There is something free about a river

There is something lost about the sea

A river flows as is pleases across the land

A sea waves to itself in its bay

We could float down a river without a care

We would be lost adrift at sea

But a sea is more wide, more open

And a river is trapped in its banks

A sea is free to sit by idly

A river must always run

And wherever it runs

It always finds the sea.

 

 

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