paint me a river…

i saw the river crying it was gone before i blink, i feel the weeping willow like hair across my face, i walk the quiet steps of solitude but my shadow stops the frogs from singing. light and shadow. clouds cross the moon and i close my eyes, my thoughts roll over me downriver like a boat sinking into the song. all there is becomes a shadow of light, clouds caress the moon and nothing is heard but laughing frogs…yes, the river saw me crying but the music of nothing was very strong…


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