DOWN RIVER He wears a blindfold and a smile On a rowboat with no paddle He goes with the current with no control Calmly the waters flow, with no feel of rapids His skin is covered with the warmth of the evening sun The fragrance of summer lilies just consumes him He hears the simple melody, only the sparrow sings It rests on the limb of the old sycamore and stares him goodbye Gleams of the pink and purple horizon Filter through the cloth blocking his view He has one intention To locate Cupid's arrow and the lady it finds He listens for the current to conclude At the foot of the riverbank she waits He can only imagine For he only knows her by thought For the time being All he can do is go down river
Samouthy Chanthalima
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