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When The River Loses Its Omnipotence Over Itself (#TheUnrequitedLove)
#TheUnrequitedLove
I.
The shore seems quiet tonight.
Today there is a lack of the light, the moon emanates.
Tonight all that can be heard is the resonate voice of the thunder.
There is dissonance in the music of the waves.
II.
To form a conclusion is what the wise will do.
The sea shall bring a storm tonight.
Drops of rain shall pour down on the waters.
While the shore shall witness how the clouds above did not bother that whether or not the sea lost its calm because of their rain.
III.
My train of thoughts runs swiftly.
While the rain pours down, no one holds it, it is free.
But do you believe? Even though it may seem like a thought of nowhere.
That somewhere, mixed among the bleary sway of the trees, the sigh of the wind and the tears of the rain are the tears of the river with the ones of the rain which pours down on the sea.
IV.
Yes the river blears from traveling milestones.
Yet in the end, now it sheds its tears with the rain.
Slowly now; sombre has become its colour.
Sombre has become its tenour, only to lose it all in the sea.
V.
I feel like the river I must say.
I had a powerful fire of ardent admiration.
But now it has burnt off like ashes in the ashtray.
Just like the river starts with being mighty on its trail, but ends up with frail currents of water joining the waves.
VI.
Like the coloured ocean during a sunset is your hair.
Like the pearly surface of the endless sea on a starry night, are your astral eyes.
Like the white foam on the free flowing waves is your gentle raiellery.
And finally the whole of you is like a mighty tide which sweeps away the sand of the shore and so the river knows what it saw in the sea, for it never hesitates for a moment to give it all to the sea.
VII.
The river is penchant to join the sea no matter what.
Without even bothering what all of it brought to it.
But your words of response were succinct.
Just like a sigh of the ocean wind.
VIII.
In the end the river has lost its meaning.
Can you hear it keening at the dead past it had before.
If the sea knew about it, it would just be overweening.
Every critter of that sea knows the unbridled pain and the unending yet insatiable urges of the river to lose itself in the sea.
@RaquelCosta
@infpnextdoor
#TheUnrequitedLove
I.
The shore seems quiet tonight.
Today there is a lack of the light, the moon emanates.
Tonight all that can be heard is the resonate voice of the thunder.
There is dissonance in the music of the waves.
II.
To form a conclusion is what the wise will do.
The sea shall bring a storm tonight.
Drops of rain shall pour down on the waters.
While the shore shall witness how the clouds above did not bother that whether or not the sea lost its calm because of their rain.
III.
My train of thoughts runs swiftly.
While the rain pours down, no one holds it, it is free.
But do you believe? Even though it may seem like a thought of nowhere.
That somewhere, mixed among the bleary sway of the trees, the sigh of the wind and the tears of the rain are the tears of the river with the ones of the rain which pours down on the sea.
IV.
Yes the river blears from traveling milestones.
Yet in the end, now it sheds its tears with the rain.
Slowly now; sombre has become its colour.
Sombre has become its tenour, only to lose it all in the sea.
V.
I feel like the river I must say.
I had a powerful fire of ardent admiration.
But now it has burnt off like ashes in the ashtray.
Just like the river starts with being mighty on its trail, but ends up with frail currents of water joining the waves.
VI.
Like the coloured ocean during a sunset is your hair.
Like the pearly surface of the endless sea on a starry night, are your astral eyes.
Like the white foam on the free flowing waves is your gentle raiellery.
And finally the whole of you is like a mighty tide which sweeps away the sand of the shore and so the river knows what it saw in the sea, for it never hesitates for a moment to give it all to the sea.
VII.
The river is penchant to join the sea no matter what.
Without even bothering what all of it brought to it.
But your words of response were succinct.
Just like a sigh of the ocean wind.
VIII.
In the end the river has lost its meaning.
Can you hear it keening at the dead past it had before.
If the sea knew about it, it would just be overweening.
Every critter of that sea knows the unbridled pain and the unending yet insatiable urges of the river to lose itself in the sea.
@RaquelCosta
@infpnextdoor
#TheUnrequitedLove
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