River

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Three o’ clock in the morning

Breathing slow but alive

 

No language, no sound,

Just night and the darkness around

 

Through the stillness of the void

only rhymes the pouring rain

 

And every time I struggle with nothingness

I ponder how, 

far away from here,

my river flows

 

Had no time to choose

to sit at her banks

 

and understand the clarity

beyond her slow and dark stream

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