The river flows with just like the river one should also flow forgetting his sorrow forgetting his past and one should keep flowing
Tanish
river is ganga, the ultimate truth of life and death the one that flows through mahadevs jata and gets one with the bay of bengal. ganga teabout life and death. and the grants moksha.
sumedh
You flow. But you know what I think? When you flows smooth, I can see a golden film of the sunrise. When you flow rough, I see wrath. I want them both, river. I see me in you.
Swaraj Pushkar
The river flows through the city, starting off clean and reflecting the stars and trees and the depths of space. But then it reaches humanity who throw their trash in the river and release industrial waste. By the time it leaves the boundary, it is no longer a river of life but of death.
Chanpheng
‘If the river was whiskey/you’d have no trouble drowning me’ is definitely one of my favourite song lyrics ever. It made me laugh with delight the first time I heard it, simply because it is such eloquence about something that we usually look down our noses at.
Charles
a river of blood in the Holy City, red water, red fish, that is what there is a bloody river, the water will always be red
River flows through green mountains, Chico river raising the volume of the weavers in Can-eo, swirling under the bouncy metal bridge at Anabel.
The river flows with just like the river one should also flow forgetting his sorrow forgetting his past and one should keep flowing
river is ganga, the ultimate truth of life and death the one that flows through mahadevs jata and gets one with the bay of bengal. ganga teabout life and death. and the grants moksha.
You flow. But you know what I think? When you flows smooth, I can see a golden film of the sunrise. When you flow rough, I see wrath. I want them both, river. I see me in you.
The river flows through the city, starting off clean and reflecting the stars and trees and the depths of space. But then it reaches humanity who throw their trash in the river and release industrial waste. By the time it leaves the boundary, it is no longer a river of life but of death.
‘If the river was whiskey/you’d have no trouble drowning me’ is definitely one of my favourite song lyrics ever. It made me laugh with delight the first time I heard it, simply because it is such eloquence about something that we usually look down our noses at.
a river of blood in the Holy City, red water, red fish, that is what there is a bloody river, the water will always be red