If they find my will too weak,
I give the river my soul to keep.
Should the boat toss and sway,
May we always find our way
Correct the lengthy paths we take,
And guide us from unhappy wake
Should the ergs sear our hand
Hope the time is short on land
When yearning for water may we will find
Our bodies strong as well as minds
When my time has come to die
Do not look into the sky
For to the river my soul is given
Pain we’ve bared has been forgiven
A Peaceful Sort of Melancholy
9 months ago
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