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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Silent River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The river usually runs in such a great rush, <br>But, today, it is still, and there is only hush.<br>I glance over at it, in the darkness, as I pass: <br>I see the river’s surface is as smooth as glass.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It’s like the river itself is feeling the great grief, <br>Of losing someone, whose time on earth was brief.<br>It appears to be grieving for its long time neighbour, <br>Who, for many years, in the nearby store, did labour.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Just like people, it stands in silence, to show its respect, <br>And its many thoughts and feelings, it wants to collect.<br>No more will the river, running through this restful place, <br>See its neighbour with her eternally happy and smiling face.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From the river, to be heard, there isn’t a single sound: <br>Night time has fallen, so no ducks or swans are around.<br>Never before, can I recall the river being so totally still; <br>It’s as though it has decided to stop of its own free will.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From what I can see, and this may sound just a little bit mad, <br>The river, just like its neighbour’s family and friends, is sad.<br>It isn’t in the mood to chatter cheerfully, to dance, or to run; <br>Now is its time of remembrance: not a time for it to have fun.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soon, it will continue on its journey, but it will remember, <br>The loss of this lovely lady, on the tenth day of December.<br>As it journeys onwards, its surface will shimmer and shake, <br>And, with it, precious memories of its neighbour, it will take.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=344766" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(In memory of Debbie Baptiste)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Angela+Wybrow">Angela Wybrow</a></strong></div>

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