The River



The world is running too fast
I swim in the river of things and memories
see the pictures which I have to leave
I close myself in loneliness
locking in the past
hiding my fears and dreams
the river of life is flowing
faster and faster
I close my eyes
and find
eternity




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-06-16 at 17:32

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo.
Ken
2017-06-16