At the riverside
You read it.
All days…
You see it.
And every voice
It’s only the noise.
All games
Destroy time.
All frames
Divide line.
And my steps become
Too quiet to run.
All hopes
Are dependence.
All roads
Are endless.
I sit on the bank
And watch all life’s prank.
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