The River

Jayne Holroyd

I flow, purely on impulse,
pulled along the valley bottom,
I look up to the luscious, vibrant hills,
they encroach the river bank,
shadows engulfing my pure, crystal water.

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Life

Sophie Patel

A life ends a new life begins
we smile, somewhere someone cries
we have, some have nothing
we eat, some have only dirty water to drink.

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Convoluted

by Baldrick

Sometimes the knife twists
Or the pill
Is the bitterest
Or the path has snapped
And you find yourself back
At the beginning
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