The Dying River

I stole a kiss from the crimson Sun,

an embrace from the sickly tree,

a smile from the fading flower,

humility from the burdened Earth.

A spoon-full of water from that dying,

river, its gentle waters relaxing one last

time and taking a deepest sigh!

I leaned in my insatiable greed knowing

that it’s spirit just departed.








36 thoughts

  1. Thought-provoking. Maybe there is a spirit in each living thing just like a person. When that spirit departs then the existence dies or departs as well. Take care my friend. 🙂

    • Thanks a lot Amitav, Everything has spirit but we humans are in insatiable greed have to have more! Truly appreciate your kind words!

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