Hidden River
Bundles of green leaves
And some orange-colored among them
Tossing, turning, and murmuring in strong winds.
I have hidden a river with all my memory
Where sun fall asleep at dusk, leaving only a hue behind
And a song of melancholy describes all pains of life.
And I keep on thinking, about a shadow, of lost days and lost times.
None should know, what these moments hold onto, what colors they gift the sky!
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