River

I wish to be a river.

Meandering through dark woods and sunny bright gardens.

Absorbing and observing every facet of my endless travel.

I would be a silent container of secrets and dreams forgotten.

A memoir of stories that were never printed.

The tales of magical places and mysterious people.

I wish to  be a river.

Winding past wild forests and lonely cities.

Flowing through chapters of history.

Witnessing the rise and fall of empires.

The disintegration  of armies.

Seeing cultures die and new ones born.

The blood of thousands would forever run within me and so would the echo of their faint laughter.

On melancholy evenings I would be the promise of a merriment future.

I A river  running forever to infinity.

A watchful companion of time.

A confidant of all his secrets.

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