Fever of the River

A tacit truth it shall remain,

but I shall remind you anyway.
It’s not thunder but the rain
that nurtures life on any day.
Ephemeral is this very moment,
though to relive it I may try.
Seeds sown are a karmic movement;
I reap my own – I don’t deny.
The winds may blow the clouds afar;
but all the rain flows towards the sea.
To remember who you truly are,
forget who they wanted you to be.
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