There was some rain in the river.
A storm filled up with anxiety.
An old touch on some careless lips,
And if he drowns then he would breathe.
He was no longer an human.
Only a mirror, an eclipse.
The rain was tide, and it was high,
Not higher than he once been.
Soon will fade his reflection,
He craves to see it disappear.
Ô to never be again.
To crushed and layed into the deep,
To be the anthem of the sea.
He could sense it.
All the prayers and the wishes.
Broken crystal with a flower,
His reflection no longer here.
The rain was pouring outside.
In a silent melancholy.
Some bones were crackling on the floor,
Into a river's melody.
