The River Sings On (From, The River Sings On)
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Peter S. Quinn
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The river sings on,
Flames of flowing waves;
Where have days gone,
That once was of the braves.
I and you are finding
Destiny and new hope,
Swirling to new glory,
Holding on to the robe
Of new seeds and story.
Playful is the evening,
With the soft and the sweet;
When the shades are abandoning,
Days of easy street.
Find your ways and journey,
Where each story goes;
We have each our tourney,
Where the past all glows.
Nothing have I lost,
That memory hasn’t found;
Stones they shedder dust,
If we are only earth bound.
River streams going,
To the sea of unknown deep;
Experiencing and growing,
We are what we reap.
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