The Boat of Heart

Drifting on the boat of heart
without a longing

It looks same, the new same
everywhere

Evening
a sun squeezed evening

Wind crawls through the knuckles
circling gently around blades of grass

A fresh evening scent
Life
waits on both the sides
yearning to be lived

Serene

Wild flowers live in hope
sweet and decadent
the whispers of river

The river is gentle

It sounds calm
when the oars cut it across
It sounds way simple

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