The River Flows – Poem by Dante Carmelo Cullari


As time it turns
the river flows
a destined dawn
approaches
silent sprouting up
a well of hope
throughout the river rising
Often found to be
a bumpy sea
the gaze that strains a day
and only eagles’ eyes
can see the prize
that lay ahead and wait

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