Days pass as the swiftly as the river currents.
Miles of water trickle down the earth to the ocean.
With the miles as the sky we look upon and the moon as our water.
The moon tries to trickle down to the ocean that we call our sun.
The sun waits ever so patiently for the flowing rapids to halt at her bed,
but they do not do so yet.
With days to weeks and weeks to months,
the sun counts her trips.
Months to years as the moon still flowing,
trying to reach her sun.
The miles the river passes that we do not see,
longing for the ocean till they finally met.
Yet the truest love story
is the sun and her moon.
Who long for the meeting at the river head.
Passing the earth each day
as they turn to weeks that turn to months.
The moon and her sun who long for the love story
of that of a river and his ocean
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Pond of Thoughts
Short StoryA collection of short stories that I've written, each about a different feeling I've had that can relate to another person one way or another
