Sweet River

I am drowning, in the nearest rush of the sweetest river.

I do not wish to be save, rather I want to learn how to swim in that river.

But, I do always know when to catch a breath and get out of that sweet river.

And every time, I am out of that river, I sit and stare.

That is all I am capable at.

Sit and stare, near the sweet river.

I do not wish to conquer that sweet river.

I simply want to understand it, and befriends with it.

Because that sweet river is not something to claim for.

That sweet river, is a long lost friend of mine.

Whether it realizes it or not.

But I am here anyway.

Learning how to swim.

In that sweet, sweet river.

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