The river came, snake-like
& conquered land,
Meandering languidly,
over her rolling hilly hips,
Sliding down her magnificent
breasted mountains,
Caressing shimmering
shivering skin of her fields,
Leaving traces of
sweated dew upon her limbs,
River laughed &
tickled land´s moist & ferny vales,
Kissing with wet lips,
those dark & forested places,
Breathing words of
love, with her breathy mists,
Land, captured &
enraptured, now had no choice,
But to fall hopelessly
& deeply in love with the river.
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