From the mountain high and grand,
Flows a river through the land.
Crystal waters, clear and bright,
Gliding gently out of sight.
Through the meadows, past the trees,
Dancing with the summer breeze.
Whispers of the rocks and stones,
Singing soft, in quiet tones.
Nurturing the earth below,
Giving life, its currents flow.
Endless journey to the sea,
River wild and ever free.
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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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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
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