Life is like a river.
It flows endlessly from its spring,
to the place where it vanishes
and joins with the earth.
Sometimes it overflows everything.
Sometimes it is drought.
Sometimes exciting and full of energy.
Sometimes slow as if it would stop right there.
But it is moving along,
never stopping,
not minding the obstacles.
It lives with its surrounding,
receiving and giving...
never alone.
(© Anny)
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