Sun comes up
as the moon floats down
the river
reflecting
the silent town
Some things are just because
just as sweet as it ever was
Some things are easy to see
some things may never be
Wind comes up
blows your hair
close my eyes
and you're still there
Some things
still shine like gold
even after they get old
Some things
are just the start
some things you know
by heart
Over and over
I ask the question
Over and over
must I learn
the same lesson?
Moon still up
as the sun floats down
the river
reflecting
the waking town
Some things
are just the start
some things you know
by heart
Some things
still shine like gold
even after they
grow old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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