If time is a river

The running water flooded the river
The greenery that once looked up at the sky together
In the setting sun, your shameful nickname
Darkness falls into the vortex
I will never find a way back to loneliness
No more rainbow sky
My arms not yet dropped
The red scarf you’ve already lingered away
The unexplored wasteland
I closed my eyes and groped in the dark
Pick up scattered sparks
Someone is struggling
Sigh and regret
I curled up on the green grass where you lay
Wait for drowning


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