Thirsty River

He was as silent as a gentle rain passing through my garden, leaving behind a belated memory; the sad sound of birdsong falling on the fresh grass, sweet and fleeting, quickly becoming vast and boundless.

He is just a dried-up river.
Cherishing a lifetime of dreams, carrying heavy loads of alluvial soil.
Far from shore, I will regret it for a lifetime.
The autumn of yesteryear buries faded memories.

He will eventually become a thing of the past.
But the river still longs for the afternoon rain.
Even the poems will eventually be cremated.
The ashes of poetry still smolder words of love...

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