The river cries too
Sometimes softly,
Other times loudly,
When it rains, it gets the chance to scream louder.
But no one hears it,
No one sees it’s tears,
No one knows it’s pain.
What it keeps hidden.
Only the sun can release it’s toucher,
When it shines brightly,
And the river dries,
Can others see what it,
The skeletons.
