The River
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The river ran its course and dissolved within the depths of the vast blue sea.
It started all so innocently. A raindrop...a rivulet...a determined little stream. The stream found another, the two merged as one, and thus was born a river. And it was clear and fresh and joyful as it coursed down soft slopes and meandered through the meadows and valleys. Raindrops and rivulets nourished the river that grew stronger, deeper, richer as it traveled the world. Then, as rivers are destined to do, it slowed in time and pace, grew weaker, darker, muddier as it drifted towards the sea. The river vanished, simply vanished, in the cold, dark mysteries of the deep.
And I often think that love may very well be as fated as a river...born of two teardrops...that someday vanish in the Sea.
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posted by Jonas | 1/16/2008 12:20:00 PM
6 Comments:
absolutely gorgeous
Your post reminds me of a song from Indigo Girls. The verse that came to mind was this one:
"The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
At a place where you can walk across with five steps down
And that's just how you started like a pinprick to my heart
But at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown"
Thank you, Flutter. We all have our moments, no?
Hello, Anna! If I'm not mistaken the song is called "Ghost."
That's a great song...
Such an enthusiastic greeting! :)
Yes, the song is called Ghost. Don't you just love their harmonies?
I see we have a few Indigo Girls fans here. I loved their early CD's, but I've kinda lost traqck of them these past few years.
And, yes, Anna, I'm chock full of enthusiasms...
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