the river

Exposed riverine sediments
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island of rivers 365 rivers Dominica

you seem to be never ending your journey,
That meanders through life’s mountains and valleys,
Not even this waterfall so high,
Can your fear disclose.

And to all who pass you by,
your serene sound like honey to the milk,
Is never in want of ending,
This enchanting chrorus of your gliding dance.

Is there a heart for me,
In your heart of endless hearts,
Where the stress of today
Can no more hide its inner face,

Will you once more with me glide,
This dance of peace, of trust, of faith,
As in you my secrets are laid bare,
For I basque in your charm so sure.