Silent Currents

Beneath the bridge, where waters whisper, A symphony of solitude unfolds. Silent warriors in black, they glide, Their forms a testament to unity and purpose. The river, a mirror of time, reflects The weight of history and the promise of the future. Each stroke, a ripple of defiance, A dance with the currents, a dance with destiny. In the vast expanse of water, they find their voice, A voice that echoes through the ages, A voice that speaks of resilience and strength. The bridge stands as a sentinel, A symbol of connection and division, Its arches framing the timeless struggle. Here, in the heart of the river, They are not just swimmers, but storytellers, Carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. The water, a canvas of mystery, Bears witness to their journey, A journey of courage and determination. In this moment, they are one with the river, A testament to the enduring spirit of humanity.