Every time whenever I drowned
I found a new river
Lying on the backs of hot rocks
Days passed,
Kept washing Old stains
On this shore, the river carried away everything
With itself, the river never stopped anything.
The essence of joy was in flowing.
The banks were the same
The islands too were enjoyed
The same
But the introduction to the river
Was different every time.
The moments kept growing with a new crop
In the body stuck on a slow flame
The mind kept calling them
And Generations passed by
Nothing stopped for anyone
The waves kept flowing to maintain relationships with their shores
Many times I found the river
In your eyes, Unknowingly
Sitting on these stones
I kept counting the waves
The stars descending in them
Recognizing the set speed of passing
And their collective acceptance
Kept filling me with the river
I am filling this river-like body
In you lying on the hot rocks
You are becoming new.
By filling me, Every time
You also become a river
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏. @vikbuddy
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