DISSONANCE
When we walk along the river
In the daze of rushing joy
I swear I will see no other
You are silent and decided
I was there to hear the water
You had heard it long ago
And to feel the cooling freedom
You a witness to my passion
There will never be a morning
When the river stops to listen
Speechless as our paths divided
Flowing on another mission
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“There will never be a morning when the river stops to listen…” that’s a beautiful (and troubling) thought.
not troubling. Acceptance