Rivers flowing across the plains
The same yet changed, the old man says
Gushing waters, I felt a pain
So deep within, where no eyes lays

Rivers flowing across my face
Warm and bitter, with touch of gay
Seeping sorrows, through the lace
A wound was weeping, through the endless days

09/14/2003

Posted on 09/13/2003
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