Even if it's death or spring,
The River keeps on flowing, it never stops.
I spill my secrets in its waves!
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Dreams and Scarred Pages
PoesíaO my unknown friend, These pages hold my heart and soul, The emotions within, my story to unfold. My forgotten songs, once buried deep, Will resurface now, no longer asleep, In the season of pain, they were written, A poet's heart, young and smitten...
River
Even if it's death or spring,
The River keeps on flowing, it never stops.
I spill my secrets in its waves!
