The person who looks for the river

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

The person who looks for the river lies awake all night
The person who looks for the river
Crosses the dry street in a quiet autumn day
Keeps silence in the stream of people
Like a piece of brilliant green leaf
In the direction where she runs quickly
Predicted wind and rain didn’t come, without a trace
As people flock to their homes
The person who looks for the river
Haunted by a kind of aspiration
The great wave covering my body is seen by the god
Oh, the person who looks for the river
The Son of God
I want to extol the source of everything
There is a river in every city, but doesn’t belong to you

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