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Sharp Through The River
I took a walk into the forest,
The forest that I know as home.
The river ran with the forest.
Like veins run with bones.
But the river was not clean.
I could not sip it for it was red as blood,
Nor could I swim through it,
The forest began to flood.
I hear a voice from a distant tree,
I cannot speak of what was said,
But the voice was something sinister,
The voice wanted me dead.
I took out the pocket knife,
That was in my backpack.
I cried for help as loud as I could,
I only heard my echo yell back.
What was that voice?
And why did it say terrible things?
What is that tune it whistles?
What is this song it sings?
I closed my eyes and swung my knife.
Sharp through the river,
I floated down stream.
I floated home, and am now at peace.
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The forest that I know as home.
The river ran with the forest.
Like veins run with bones.
But the river was not clean.
I could not sip it for it was red as blood,
Nor could I swim through it,
The forest began to flood.
I hear a voice from a distant tree,
I cannot speak of what was said,
But the voice was something sinister,
The voice wanted me dead.
I took out the pocket knife,
That was in my backpack.
I cried for help as loud as I could,
I only heard my echo yell back.
What was that voice?
And why did it say terrible things?
What is that tune it whistles?
What is this song it sings?
I closed my eyes and swung my knife.
Sharp through the river,
I floated down stream.
I floated home, and am now at peace.
© All Rights Reserved
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