I'm a river
Forgotten when reaching the sea.
Nothing I can brag about this name.
I'm almost reaching estuary,
A transit for this memory.
I won't stop,
Home is soon to see.
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how great, how clear, how far the rivers can be; they will be forgotten once reaching the sea — union after separation
Picture borrowed from https://www.neefusa.org/story/water/what-estuary
rike jokanan 
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