The Silent River
Through the stony trails which unstoppably quiver, Flows the wistful silent river, Poignant and distressed, vibrant surface, ruling the layer of dispiritedness, Frantically streaming, dreading the disagreeable terrains, all it seeks, is a permanent escape, from the worldly disdain, To exist itself is a tempestuous fight, Midst which, each drop seeks the perpetual One Light, Impertinent it is, how the bruising path, pierces through its heart, 'Cause to still progress through the course, is a rare art, It is this mauling continuation, that makes it fleetingly agile, It's a shame how the world can make a hushed river into Tumultuous Nile......... ~S.S~