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Eternal Bliss

Dazzling drops of sunlight dances on
the crystal blue waves of the river,
soothing them with their warmth,
all through the day...
and then the sun sets into
the river's eternal depth,
to keep it warm through the night,
only to rise again the next morning...
The same story repeats every morning,
But every time I watch it, it seems new...
Every ray of sun narrates
the story of it's own,
Every wave of river narrates
the story of it's own,
But every time I try to put these stories
into words, I fail miserably,
The beauty leaves me spellbound
and engulf all my words,
taking me into the world
of eternal bliss...

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