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Life is like Water

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"Water splashes, rolls and tumbles again".

"Rocking blue water reaches the river to see the ocean again".

"Tumbling up and down to create white waves again".

"Calmly simmers the heat to see the sky again".

"Thunder in pride and regain the throne again".

"Turning the coat of white to black again".

"Particles of time made it heavy to touch the ground again".

"To see the people dance in its fall again".

"And the water splashes, rolls and tumbles again".
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  1. AnonymousJuly 5, 2021 at 4:00 AM

    hi,
    Great poem! If you try deleting "again", from the whole poem..it will probably reach a new level...good luck and keep writing...

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    1. Learning about lifeJuly 5, 2021 at 4:33 PM

      Hi, Thankyou for admiring. Would definitely try to work on it. Keep giving your valuable suggestions :)

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  2. Vikas BaliJuly 11, 2021 at 3:06 AM

    Great, keep flowing like water!

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  3. AnonymousJuly 20, 2021 at 10:15 AM

    Lovely poem ❤️. Life is like water and it's flow keep on changing.

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  4. Learning about lifeJuly 20, 2021 at 10:58 AM

    Thankyou

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