The Icy River
The river has been guarded
by ice for years, waiting
to be thawed. One
day a drop of sun falls
in the middle of the river.
A crack forms,
then another and another,
until all the ice has melted
away, and the river
which had forgotten
how to flow, begins
to whisper once again.
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