Past : A poem

I see by the river, a treeMany great branches hanging freeRight by the riverbank, I seeA waning moon and then me It is by this river, I loved to sitAt a past so old, a true giftIt is by this river, I had filledMy mind with wishes, which is now still Life’s rhythm had gone […]

Past : A poem

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