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The Poem of the Thing which Stops at the Sea

 A merry song it sings and dances,

In squiggles, zig zags, lines, and trances.

It runs so wildly, it won't stop,

Until it reaches the sea - its stop.



Making a noise, similiar to laughing,

It flows through summer, autumn and spring.

But winter's the only time it tends to stop,

Frozen like a statue, it'll turn as slippery as a wet mop.



A glimmer, shimmer it will wear,

We can ride a boat without oars, I swear!

Because of the force it has within,

Very cool it is, and drinkable, I swear.



It goes through the woods, shimmering prettily,

And at last stops at the salty sea.

It's the gleaming river, why didn't you guess!

After all, water is the very best!




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  1. T.SrinivasanJuly 21, 2022 at 8:26 PM

    Excellent write up. Super. Highly imaginative. Your level of imagination is superlative. Keep it up.

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  2. T.SrinivasanJuly 21, 2022 at 8:30 PM

    Wow. I liked your poem with standard English and rhythmic words . I love your style of writing and beautiful imagination shriyandhaa. Great. May God bless you
    From
    Pushpa patti

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  3. Priya RajeshJuly 22, 2022 at 9:41 AM

    Wow!! Wht an imagination, u took us thru...👌 keep going dear..

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    1. AnonymousJuly 22, 2022 at 10:10 AM

      Supper.excellent.best wishes.keeptoup.g.k.thatha.

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  4. Samhi's SpaceJuly 22, 2022 at 10:25 AM

    Wonderful Shriyan...Great choice of words. Excellent.. love you darling...👏👏🥰🥰

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  5. socrates vijayJuly 22, 2022 at 1:57 PM

    A merry song, meandering into our hearts.. good one Shriyandhaa...hats off

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  6. AnonymousJuly 22, 2022 at 4:08 PM

    Too good 👍 great job little Shriyan

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  7. AnonymousJuly 27, 2022 at 10:31 PM

    Excellent Shriyandhaa... Beautifully written ... Thought provoking and it is a much needed advice at this time... Be yourself... Keep it up... May God bless you child. 🙏🏼

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