A River Runs Wild - Poem by Rene' Bennett
The wind is gently calling my name
blowing softly, whispering in vain.
The sun is hiding casting my shadow
I see it today, will I see it tomorrow?
The clouds have stopped moving across the sky
rain keeps falling and I don't know why.
The moon it travels from here to there
forever fading, going nowhere.
Sadness flows freely as rivers of rain
yet, as a new day begins, I'll again hide my pain.
I never knew such loneliness could be
so deep in my soul. A river in me
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