It never flowed fast inside
the river- never hushed
and chased its mark and fell
above the skies
lonely lullabies

cold whispering screams
loud and lonely, deep
and shallowly glowing
like tears do shine while
falling, crashing,
clashing

slow, the blows do touched
its face disturbing silence
till it touched the last of stones
the waves will stop its shaking
leaving echoes singing

Living echoes singing
though dread from deep

though dark beneath

Lively masked with seamings

The river flows a toiling