On the banks of dead river
Lives
The wait of the trees
For a distant message
We walk across the river
Not with it
Walk on the pebbles
That once shone hiddedn
And
You hear
The applause that once welcomed the river
The tales it shared with the banks
A dead river
Is the indelible footprint of the dead.
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