Point of view

The river is mostly white 

Clouds of ice drifting

Left to right

The sky is pure blue

 

River and sky 

Have switched places 

 

Where does the river go 

At unhurried pace 

Whilst the island and 

I are standing still?

 

The river will always be 

There

I will disappear (so will you, reader)

 

River and I 

Have switched places

 

Both trying

 to latch onto

An idea 

of eternity

A glimpse 

of timelessness 

Different 

from the fate of the river

 

I pity the river

Its perfect beauty

Its one season

Its pointless flow

stuck 

in the unending winter

◄ Self discovery

Nothing out of me ►

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