dark river.. (poem)

my father took me to the river,

substance falling away,

the destiny of falling water,

from something of a dream I wake again…

see how the shore flies past like ashes,

mysterious ties draws me back to land,

the river rushes always onwards,

bound for the sea, the endless sea.

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