I want to give up,
I want to feel the silver wall divide
the pale sea once more.
I want to open a path to allow
the crimson river to flow once more.
The river flows with great speed,
along the way my problems will
always be picked up and drift away
When the drought comes, the river
slowly dries and reveals its hideous cracks.
Leaving only a scar of what once was
a beautiful crimson river.
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Crimson River Poems
PoetryPoems from happy to depressing, it's what I do, I right what I feel and I share it to the world.
