She Was Crying I Was Crying

she was crying desperately i didn’t ask why she cries i cried with her though i don’t know why i have to cry the time elapsed as such: with waning moon and dimming starlight my transient thought also passed as they go although the lady who was crying so desperately by my side is long gone i alone sit by a riverbank cry watching my own shadow thrown to the water drifts away as water flows to abyss the passing wind stops for a while and cries with me tapping my back to comfort this crying soul