The River ( A Villanelle )   Leave a comment

With all its churning might,
the angry river raged on.
Never slowing at night.

Traveling around a tight bend,
it spills onto the bank.
With all its churning might.

Down a waterfall, a beautiful sight,
the clear water makes its way.
Never slowing at night.

On its way over rocks shining brightly,
the charging river makes its way.

Making it to the ocean in the morning light.
Free of its boundaries at last.
Never slowing at night.

It travels to distant lands
far and wide.
With all its churning might.
Never slowing at night.


Posted January 23, 2014 by Peaches

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