Sorrow
written by: Joachim Neander
My feelings are flowing
on the silvery waves
of the river of life
from its source
to its estuary.
Crimson storms of identity
stir up the life-giving waters
of my soul,
bring the heart of darkness
up from the depths.
Black grains of sand,
washed ashore,
are scattered in the air,
mercilessly filling
the hollow shell
of the hour-glass.
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