Along the riverbank, I observed the dance of water, an ever-changing poem written in liquid lines. With each ripple and reflection, my mind echoed with verses that mirrored the river’s journey. The soft murmur of the water became the backdrop to my words, creating a riverside reverie where nature and poetry merged seamlessly.
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