River waves gently lap up outside my window,
but there's no breeze, no scent, no sound.
Looking up from the greenish blue water I search for my past,
but all I see on the horizon is grey mist.
I'm searching for the screened wooden frame,
but the room is long gone.
My soul aching to hear the calmness and the water,
but all I hear is rumbles and chatter.
Time has taken it all away,
but I can still see the river from the bus.
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