RIVER
Meandering transparent ribbon of pure cold.
Whirling companion, such confusingly refreshing white gold,
The road adjusting itself to the water's strong will. It lives
Its stubborn life, only so partially able to be contained;
Often it takes our lives, without it we die, it gives.
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Written for a contest,
Rhyme, 14 syllables per line
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