Two Rivers

Separated two rivers flow,
finding their individual way
One is fast the other slow,
no others to obey.

But then they merge these rivers two
Collide, churning, mix
Until there’s a different ”me” and ”you”.
Then they coexist.

So then they run their joined course
One pushing, the other holding back.
Though both they are from a sallow source,
Their common depths’ so black

Their fellow stream is fertile
Bearing life to another creek,
Swinging around an island
They always each other seek.

So inseparable these rivers two
towards a common end
To one another being true
Until with the ocean blend.

Here they find their common goal
The same as we all do
But they had the others’ hand to hold
And someone to experience too.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

To all my friends who are in the process of getting married, and to my best friend who just did; You inspired me to write this :)

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9inety's picture

very nice

great job!
the analogy and metaphor flow as well the meaning
really great job!


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Arwen's picture

Thank you, 9inety. I've been

Thank you, 9inety. I've been "dry" for a while, and it was scary to post things again.


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