The Invisible RiverA Poem by Sad Poet"The Invisible River" The river doesn't shimmer in the moonlit night. Instead, the river soaks up every ounce of light. None see the river, but one. If others saw such a thing, they'de surely run. The river is untouched by the Sun. For if those rays met with the waters, every tear in the stream would turn to steam. The river is made of every scar, heartbreak, and broken dream. I live by the river. I give to the river. I'm drowning in the river. © 2017 Sad PoetAuthor's Note
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