Mystic River

Beyond this space, between the valley,

Ran down the hill an overflowing river

Whatever it hit, took it in its rally,

To a land no one has been to, and will never.

The sound of its flow, a tremendous gush,

Overflowing with its sound was this place

Moving as fast as it could, with a rush

Who could have wondered it had a race?

The air slowly turned misty and chilly,

Not one could have wondered was it danger

In this place, peculiar and hilly,

It could be, if you knew nothing and were a stranger.

The clouds turned black, the angry nature,

The river turned fierce in this weather

Could any one survive here, any creature?

Or would he be left to sorrow on his left over feather.

All you could think of was to somehow get out,

Or be lost in this valley, so to return never

In this land, where nothing would sprout,

The happenings of the ‘MYSTIC RIVER’

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