Rivers
written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros
A river sees a grown man crying on its bluff
Stops to comfort and soothe him in his pain
But soon sees it is unable to relieve the man’s deep hurt
So it moves on leaving the man with his sorrow
We all know rivers though beautiful to look at
As they course through Nature are no psychiatrists
Their beauty makes them susceptible often misreading humans
Explains why the river’s beauty is its own reward
Sometimes rivers have no business trying to console humans
Rivers are what they are and nothing more
Though they swim in beauty they should be what they are
Beautiful entities for us to enjoy and sometimes die in
Rivers should pursue winding paths towards distant horizons
Unimpeded by obstacles where new definitions rise to match
The myriad of colors ingrained in their beauty and seeking
Peaceful respite at the end of a long journey.
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