The River’s Pulse

A ribbon of silver, shimmering beneath the cobalt sky, the river flows, its heartbeat steady, a tranquil companion to the march of time.

The banks are witnesses, watching seasons shift, leaves spinning down, a gentle surrender, a farewell kiss to the water’s embrace.

With every turn, a new story, an echo of the past, a current that carries the whispers, of those who dared to dream, in the cradle of life’s fluid canvas.

• Polia de Montalcini