River

Laughter, talk, a golden summer.
Enraptured in a radiant moment.
Sweet innocence captured in time,
The print of our days waiting to be inked.
A line invisible and intimate,
With sudden delight fate blooms again.
Tugging heartstrings, love ties the thread,
Blending the present to an unwritten future.
Hunger throbs on the enduring path.

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