I have come.

To the river many times.

Expecting.

To open.

The doors of my heart.

The river.

Has been waiting.

For the corridors.

Of my heart to respond.

To the arrhythmia.

Of life.

Like a groom.

Waiting for his bride.

The river.

Awaits my invitation.

 

 

 

 

 

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