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The River Race

By thetruthawaits94, Duncan, OK

I gaze upward at the good-humored clouds,
Wistfully wading through the endless sea above,
As the fish push my log raft farther down
The rushing road of water,
Whether it would be the clouds
Or the water, supporting my outstretched limbs,
To reach the end of the world first.

And so the river flows on…
As do I…
As do the clouds…
Waiting for the expiration of the day,
And the coming of the night,
To the rising of the sun over again.

Colors flit by like butterflies,
And cities flip through like cinemas,
Still, I do not lift a finger as my log raft glides by,

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