River Ghost

I left my ghost in the river.
He haunts as he flows in the water.
His pain bubbles up, crashing,
and splashing
on the rocks of destiny
that continue to divide and direct him,
the roar from the impact
creates a calming cry.
Listen as my ghost brings you peace.
The river always flows,
no matter how guided by fate’s stability,
the river always whispers for you.
Immortality.

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