The River, by debater800 Subscribe to rss feed for debater800

Running next to me
the river goes
he is angry
punching slapping
yelling at the shore
like a girl whos four
wanting to feel the touch of a parent,
the wind 
nags him on
pushes him to go on
no one knows where
he is going
but he runs next to me 
and i run with him.

Posted: 2010-10-03 04:23:02 UTC

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