The River

We're all just strangers sharing the same space

Along the banks of the river
the children stood in a row
hands stuffed in pockets
feet bare against the Ground.
Leaf gently by
a constant surge water
shades of Sunrise emitted
in the never-ending drone.
Hands clasped tightly
entangling every Finger
as if the pull of the river
will personify their fears.
Leave this side of the river
in a rush of youthful courage
Feet stretch out like hands
to find a lack of solid Ground.

Pebbles drag along the bottom
remnants drift with the flow
one small Shimmering token
the remainder of a choice.


The memory of their future
settled in the bed of the river
Consuming the dreams of children
a Constant ebb and flow

Constant like a Heartbeat.

पास
Mandy