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A Native American Poem
Running River
My spirit is broken,
My heart is growing weak,
My mind is in a whirlwind,
My eyes are like water falls,
My cheeks are like the sides of a mountain,
As my heart fills like a river,
My eyes are over flowing,
Down my cheeks into a dark valley below,
They flow down over rocks at bottom of the mountain,
Where no flowers and grass will grow,
With the loss of a loved one,
My heart no longer glows,
I am a running river, that keeps running,
With no place to go.
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
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