The Two Ends Meet

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The river tries to emulate the sky,

Mirroring its multitudes of blues and hues.

Rock ledges brutally slap its face,

It flows seemingly an act of will.

*

Along the bank a man nervously peer,

Delving into the depths

On a surface so tumultuous

For one reflection and its nostalgia

*

Gently, he laid a paper boat

Its creases fraught with age and discord

Carried wishes and stories untold

“Before the sun rise” he whispered.

*

Amidst undulating mountains and dark streams

Luminous ripples shimmers under the moon’s gleam

Laden with an important dream, the river chase

As an elusive horizon quietly awake

– 17 Feb 2014

or do they?

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