
Change, though abhorred, sparks growth. -Michelle Liew
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The river flows, so wide and calm
Its currents slow, its water balm
But over time, its banks do test
Prompts needed shift in its great quest
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The stones once still do turn and shift.
Its waters move, and currents drift
The flow remains, but something’s askew
A familiar course, now starts anew.
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In this new time, the river knows
Its own strength, as it flows
It moves not back, but straight ahead
Along fresh paths, those unsaid.
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