Here it was,
The river.
But where it is now
I know not.
I asked the sparrow,
And the sparrow
Utter no word.
The river
Tells and tag me
And post
Life's sensitive
Stories.
I am busy
I told the river
Without any fear.
True,
Some say the river
A moonlit night
And they show
Exit gate.
Nowhere
You can see
Any gate.
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