In lands where silence drinks the dawn, And mist walks slow on silver lawn, There winds a river, old and deep, Where memories rise and secrets sleep. It sings a song no man can teach-Of broken vows and hearts that reach, Of castles crumbled into silt, Of love both holy and rebuilt. The birches lean with softened grace, Their leaves like hands on water's face. They whisper tales the stars once heard, In voices softer than a bird. A fisher sits with lines cast wide, His eyes like moons at changing tide. He speaks to ghosts he's never seen-To battles lost and might-have-been. A child skips stones in perfect flight, Each bounce a wish, a spark, a light. The river swallows all but one-The stone that sings when day is done.

A woman walks with weary feet, Past echoes dressed in summer heat. She hums a tune her mother knew. Before the war, before she grew. Beneath the bridge of rust and vine, Lie letters soaked in tears and time. A soldier wrote, "I won't be far," But bled beneath a foreign star. And still the river winds and winds, Unspooling all we leave behind-A scarf, a laugh, a ring, a name, A lantern lit, a fleeting flame. The moon dips low to taste the stream, Where poets drown in half a dream. They leave behind their rhyming bones, A meter carved in skipping stones. No hand can stop its ancient course, No dam its patience, pulse, or force. It knows what we would hide or keep-It cradles rage, it rocks us deep. And when the world forgets your face, Your song, your wound, your sacred place-The river will recall your name. And carry forth your silent flame. So let it take what you have been. Begin again.
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