The river flows

The river flows

my river slowed down

went to the valleys

thinks and sifts through her memories

languidly through the meanders

silently rushes to her sea

my river used to be

a clear stream in the beginning

like a story from the mother's bosom

it hums softly like the words to her child

the sonorous chime of remembrance

weather like it was yesterday

the river flows

from the backwater

from its source

it foams down the rapids

takes care of herself.

her path winds through canyons and valleys.

where was she

she only knows that

it will soon fill up 

the sea with her water

and will say goodbye

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