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Why the Rivers Run Black

By Suzanne AH

A SONNET TO MAKE A WISH 

I am a conflicted woman, my love.
I understand as strongly as I wish.
I understand there’s no world without war,
Only wish for a sliver of a niche.
I understand why the rivers run black,
Why smoked skies once blue, sends no more relish,
Why that man on the pavement sleeps hungry
While kings at feasts seldom touch their plenty.
I know why there’s no joy without sorrow.
All want more. They may beg, steal or borrow.
Everywhere I see, ladders of deceit.
Climb darling climb, in this farce you’re to fit.
Someday our love may cease, I understand.
Wish till the end, I am holding your hand

Suzanne AH is an aspiring writer from Assam with a passion for words.

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5 replies on “Why the Rivers Run Black”

It takes a creative eye to reflect and bring out the depths of perspective by stringing the right words together..and suzzane, you have done it to perfection! Wisdom from a unique woman!

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