The River
The boat that floats down the Summer's Isles
Life's sweet and innocent charade
Reflected on the waves
Rising, falling with a cadence only the River would understand
The soprano notes of incredulity
The continuity of prolonged existence
The one thing about the River that speaks to all
That eternity is but a wisp of cloud
That eternity is but an ending
And the old makes way for the young like the falling waves
A new generation-
We all know
Whatever it takes
Wherever they go
Here is the inertia of life
Copyright © Amy Zhao | Year Posted 2016
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