Poem #19: The River’s Game

Burying sins beneath,

The river flows past

Bouncing over treasure chests

Where dreams don’t last.

In the soil below,

Are stories of time,

Under sticks and bones,

Are lullabies that don’t rhyme.

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Decades fly by

Rivers change course

Giving rise to hope

Opening closed doors.

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When all is dead

Faith burns red

Faith in rivers that flood

More often than not

The same rivers give rise

To creatures of blood.

Uncovering dirt and gold

Cities rise to wealth and fame

Hunger conquers the river

Resuming her wicked game.

Hey guys!

This is a re-post or whatever it’s called when you publish a previously published post again. Do let me know what you think of this poem in the comments below. And yes, this poem was inspired by a quote from The Alchemist.

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. floatinggold says:

    Well done. I especially liked the first half.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Rashi Singh says:

      Thank you, Goldie! Glad you liked it.

      Liked by 1 person

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