The old river still flows on
into the valleys now too deep
overwhelmed by the rising Sun
from above the deep green Sea
splitting our world to new twos
The new star is nowhere in sight
the others buried in sand dunes
each placed in old blue narrow lines
all looking keenly at the old flames
every one has to die what a shame
as for earth she will always go on
bringing to life a new different world
for the ancient hand still makes anew
every cell in all things that once grew
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
The old river still flows on
into the valleys now too deep
overwhelmed by the rising Sun
from above the deep green Sea
splitting our world to new twos
The new star is nowhere in sight
the others buried in sand dunes
each placed in old blue narrow lines
all looking keenly at the old flames
every one has to die what a shame
as for earth she will always go on
bringing to life a new different world
for the ancient hand still makes anew
every cell in all things that once grew
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