The fish floats in the air without effort,
humming along to the sound of its violin,
its red-tipped lips pursed with contentment,
its blue wings splashed with bright reds and hints of orange,
flapping with a continuous rhythm.
It carries an old-fashioned clock-
its hand sways from side to side,
slowly as time ticks along,
mimicking the graceful waves
in the blue river down below-
an interesting juxtaposition.
A loving couple lies entangled
on the edge of the river without banks,
unhurried, just patient and thriving
in the love and care God gave to them.
They live in a nearby small village
where life drifts as languorously as a raft.
Time is a river without banks,
a freedom to ride without restrictions,
where no walls prevent happiness,
where no problems reside,
where no troubles exist in young love,
where time simply does not matter.
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