Crossing - Poem by Iniduo Iniduo
The call of the other side,
just to be there if only once.
Who does the promise
and keeps waiting for the ferry?
Everyone here is a loner
and the future never comes.
Found a stone out of boredom
thrown into the cold water.
If levees are high above water
the river becomes wide like a sea.
Ships sail by
with no passengers anymore.
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