By JOHN GABRIEL BELMONT, Contributor
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Like a River flowing free, spontaneous, unpredictable.
Like a Breeze, soft and gentle, untamable.
I see my River flows, touching my life; I am wet all over.
I feel my Breeze blows, refreshing me; I am new all over.
My River, she talks to me, a language of the heart, unspoken, piercing.
My Breeze, she whispers to me, a language of the heart, hesitant, fleeting.
Flow my River, flow; listen to thy heart, muster thy strength, dogmas by the wayside.
Blow my Breeze, blow; say yes to thy heart, gather thy force, conventions by the roadside.
Surrender, sweet surrender, thy coming home a burst of joy; say yes to life.
Smile, sweet smile, home is where the heart is; say no to strife. (✓)
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