The River's Flow

The river flows, serene and deep,
Through valleys green and meadows fair,
While secrets in its bosom keep,
And onward to the sea doth fare.
It murmurs soft, a lullaby,
To bending reeds and willow trees,
Beneath the vast and azure sky,
Carried along by gentle breeze.

About Sara Teasdale

American lyric poet, known for her poems on love, nature, and the feminine experience. Her work often displays a delicate and musical quality.

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