The River

by Anna Banasiak
(Lodz, Poland)

The world is running too fast
I swim in the river of things and memories
see the pictures which I have to leave
I close myself in loneliness
locking in the past
hiding my fears and dreams
The river of life is flowing
faster and faster
I close my eyes
and find
Eternity

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