River Bound

Once again I sat there,
letting it flow by.

This time in the mercy of solitude.

As though it knew,

my pain anew

it purged through.

Unwet still, it passed me too.

Sunkissed it shone

burning my soul;

setting her free of

my bleeding sorrow.

Yet it went the way

It was to be bound.

The sea awaited;

there was no way around.

Knowing well, the satiric secret it kept

By the river Poudre, I sat down and wept.

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Credits- The last sentence is duly borrowed from "By the River Piedra, I sat down and wept "- a book by Paulo Coelho.

Pic of the Poudre - me