A river flows, so calm and clear,
It whispers secrets, far and near.
Through valleys green and mountains tall,
It journeys on, and hears the call.
It sparkles bright in morning light,
And dances gently through the night.
It tells the tales of time gone by,
Beneath the endless, open sky.
The river sings a soothing song,
A melody that flows along.
It guides us with its steady grace,
A peaceful, ever-moving place.
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Amit Kohli
As a storyteller, I weaves captivating tales that transport listeners into vibrant worlds, blending imagination and emotion into every narrative..
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Awesome 👌