It was here, they laughed and threw rocks
Blood seeping in sand
The rivers ran red
Bones painted like ivory
Guided the path of man
The rivers ran white
Sinking deeper and deeper
Caressed and kissed
The rivers ran
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PoetryA collection of stories, poems, and writings. For those who enjoy anything different, and love literature of all styles
