River Life!
Lost and lonesome;
Alone, in my own solitude
Walking; wandering;
Wondering; worrying
Under the grip of the
Souls of darkness
My life dwelled
at the banks of
The blue river,
in a small
Hut, built by mud and clay,
The stagnant water
Is dark and deep;
No light; no illuminations;
No clouds, No moon, No stars
The water colour was black
and the life is cold blooded
I missed the feel of sun on my skin,
the feel of a soft breeze
through my hair,
the smell of rain in the air.
It felt as if I had been in this
dark place all my life, was almost
comforting. But missed living
but I was lost and all that was
in front of me was this lifeless river.
By
Williamsji Maveli
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
www.moonmakers.com
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