River Beads Poem by YURI DURAAN

I bought two strings...
they are called river beads.

I do not know why...
they are seeds
grey in colour with various
shades of light
and dark

I am happy wearing them
the feeling reminding me
of you
(oh, how you are happiness to me!)

I think the name is fitting...
a river of beads
of light and dark
around my neck
strung one by one
side by side
like the moments which
make up the string

the beautiful string of us