Crimson River

May 24, 2010
By , Maywood, NJ
The clouds are hysterical
The wind is heartbroken
The trees are blown over
Crimson River runs on

A branch into the water
Release the surface tension
Scratch apart the waves
Let the river breathe

The cold air is piercing
The relief is freeing
The tide is erupting
Don’t disturb my river

The fury subsides
The heavens decide
The scars will heal, dear
Crimson River runs on

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