River’s Run

Fell asleep under the river’s run

listening to the thunder and rain

Take them to the river

pack their shit for an escape

we’ll be one

and run with the waves

Learn to swim

or would

you rather die here as slaves

I fell asleep and it carried me to a secret place

where honey flowed

like over watered graves

the mint you could pick was too sweet

the trees spat up milk

implanted by the bees

It was backward and beautiful

pretty faced people told no lies

and everything lovers whispered

was theirs to hide

This is where

at the river’s divide

the thunder



  1. Shivani · February 4, 2016

    Beautifully written..

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