Meandering the distances—

By
Reminiscing of times long gone and
Painful memories of broken
Lives stall.

Enveloped
In the gloomy fog, developing
A broad sensation on a river
Flowing backwards they travel,
Trapped in the current Monotony.

The sea that lies ahead is
Questionable - if a sea lies ahead at all. Only
Of importance is the fragile
Beginning - the spring; the turbulent
Passage through the rocky terrain—
Falls and Rapidly



Were the changes, now
Meandering the distances—
Remembering—
That eventually,




When undeterred,


Move ahead.





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