May 23, 2008
Water lowers rapidly,
Unknowingly carrying essentials with it,
Pieces that hold the river tightly bound.
But what if the water never rises,
The lost bits are never found?

I'll run to my refuge,
In search of you.
The door is locked, and I can't find the key.
But what if tomorrow it's gone altogether?
That was the last hope of me.

The water stopped flowing,
I stopped knocking on your door.
If I've learned one thing,
Acid rain doesn't only stunt the one it touches,
But flowers again learn to sing.

I'll run to my refuge,
In search of me.
My river proves strong to flow.
And if I've learned one thing, it's that refuges aren't forever,
They simply come and go.

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