Water rises, then it falls.
Sometimes, it races, then it crawls.
Yet on it flows, e’er giving life,
Absent woes with which we’re rife.
How much simpler would it be
To live such equanimity.
Water rises, then it falls.
Sometimes, it races, then it crawls.
Yet on it flows, e’er giving life,
Absent woes with which we’re rife.
How much simpler would it be
To live such equanimity.
This is beautifully written!
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Thank you so much! ❤
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