The river she flows deep tonight,
her banks are overrun,
washing away the heaviness,
collapsing ’neath the flood.
Though at times it’s hard to see,
within the storm is life.
As the sky, in discontent,
brings beauty midst the strife.
From darkened clouds the waters fall,
cleansing air and land,
till, at last, the light brings hope,
like only mourning can.
~ elr
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