The River

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 01:41 -- wodel

I saw the river and but the river never saw me

Load and roaring, it covered the bridge

The bridge that could have been their savior

Was now splashed with a few drops of water

 

I saw the river and it got a glimpse of me

It washed over my feet as I ran

I tried to grab help for the others

But the car was too far gone

 

I saw the river, it was calm and carefree

The storm was over, no flood in sight

I looked at my savior and knew that those trapped under

Had said their final goodnight

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