A river's flow, a double tide
With mirrored banks, where truths reside.
One current whisper, secrets deep
The other sings, a lullaby to sleep.
The water's edge, a blurred terrain
Where meaning shifts, and forms again.
Two worlds collide, in the misty haze
A mirrored dance, in wordless ways.
Secrets whispered truths revealed
In the dance, the river's story...
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