Memories
the river runs silent
like a cat trying to catch its prey
blood of the slaves runs through the river
the human eyes cant see the beauty
the river runs clear
but,dark in memories
trying to find another way out
but,still...holding in all of they're memories
Copyright © Kayla Hendrix | Year Posted 2006
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