The fiery river flushes down,
The sun rays braids through branches high,
Dry the color of eyes, weighed in frown,
The rays sparkle on teary eyes.
She besprinkled the petals torn,
The banks now painted in sorrow.
Her hairs scattered by winds that mourn
A sand that was lost to time.
The river still divided their lands,
The current broke the letters apart,
He stood and she waited long,
He let go and she lingered.
The night closed in, the moon didn’t wake.
In finding him, she found herself;
What love didn’t teach,
Distance and hate taught her.