Rivers Run

Rivers run
Winding through willow groves
Casting light on the setting sun
Tears of dying light
Settle on horizon’s night
Oceans come
As comets run
Tails of bliss to kiss the sun
Of glory’s day
How simple it has become
Go down where the river runs
Bathe yourself in tears of those gone
Bits of light grace your eyes
A cycle of time
Through you it all comes to life.

By Jena Tapia, ©2020
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