Nothing Dies Poem by Lovita Morang

Thousands of years I’ve lived
with the wind; with the river
Flowing through these thousands of pretension
humiliations-
a battle fought in hell
a game played well
dead again alive
alive again dead

I’m bolder now; now I am newer
like the eternal sign of
A ceaseless journey
A journey joyous

As the newborn old river
Each day I’m born
Each day I’m mourn

Countless miles; countless smiles
Ripples of hopes now more widened
The lips glow in each smiles
A life and nothing of it dies

Nothing dies