The River
A calm river disturbed
is like a cold torrent thunder
It flows a fume of emotion
and ebbs back gave and somber
Its frosty water - sad and serene
and her tears are even colder
a mirror of beautiful scenes
dreamy fluid luster
Futile and still,
I soaked my feet in the river
she responded with the hostility
of the squirming chill inside her.
poem by Norman Santos
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