Love was in the Rivers

Love was in the Rivers

Rivers he took me to at the small shores of Virginia each year.
Every year at this time we were closer to being older.
Being older as wiser and similar people.
Similar people, older, wiser, changed and refreshed.
Refreshed in the semblance that the river could never lose its name.
At least the name would always be the same.

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