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River Without Banks ..
I cried a lonely tear. I watched it falling
down onto the ground where I stood, waiting
for some sort of word, or a message, telling
me of your fate, your life, your meaning.
How long will it take that tear, absorbing
into the Sands of Time, its Grief dissolving,
to reach the Seas of Life, and there, diluting,
spread out on the Sea's surface, evaporating?
Into the sky, it turns into a cloud, coalescing,
then blown by the Winds of Fate to you, it is standing
between you and the Sun of Loneliness, your face shading,
reminding you with shadow-kisses : "love is sure, abiding".
I wonder on the very limits of Love, hoping, waiting.
I cry another lonely tear. I watch it falling........
LOVE IS A RIVER WITHOUT BANKS
