I know nothing but the river
I know nothing but the river
I know nothing but the river
I know nothing but the river
I am the hottest day
I am the coldest night
I know nothing but the river
I am the Sun
I am the Moon
I am the Eclipse
light and shadow in between
I know nothing but the river
I am the falling waves
the icy shore
I am the rising tide
the push and pull
I know nothing but the river
I am the predator, lurking
the prey, a dream downstream
the killer
victim
web
fly
spinner
I know nothing but the river
I am the dance
I am the music
the composer
and the audience
and I know nothing
but the river is everything
Until the river walks away
- Author: Spinning lights ( Offline)
- Published: July 10th, 2018 12:35
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 17
Comments1
very nice poem. It flows very well. Nice ending to this poem aswell. I like how you have said that the river walks away
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