• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 12
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Sky River

What fish swim here? Above
this struggling, saddened earth
my eyes wander to find love
along a stony bed. No dearth

of sound might dull the flow
of hopes and dreams staring gives.
Together we stand below
and wonder why harmony lives

so far away, so out of reach.
Celestial celebrations lend
a certain hope which may breach
the distance such rivers lend.