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Dead River

The poet laments over the dead river.

By Jasmine GiftsonPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
Dead River
Photo by Joshua Woroniecki on Unsplash

Once I admired your highness beauty!

You were adorned with pleasant apparel,

Your generous heart was transparent.

Where has your beauty gone now?

I know, You marked with zigzag boundaries,

You never failed to satisfy your branches,

You gave a spectacular treat to your folks,

How have you lost your beautiful soul?

Once, you were full but now become dull,

Your skin becomes pale, your hair gets frizzy,

I'll say, your life gets collapsed completely.

How you lost your Journey?

Long back, you were in turquoise blue!

But now, you become a pathetic pale.

Someone killed your splendid blue beauty.

How did you become a victim now?

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Jasmine Giftson

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    Written by Jasmine Giftson