Smiles of a Summer Night

There is a river that follows my back, a river of clouds.
In it is all that I hold so dear.
Each moment I take a step ahead from the river,
And each moment it catches up.
A heartbeat, a glance, a caress,All are lost to this flow.
They are nothing more than vapors in my minds.

How many times I've dreamed of stepping back into the clouds,
To visit what has been left behind,
To change what sits there, brooding.
But time flies only in one direction.
So I move forward, peering through a foggy haze,
Wondering what will pass through the river next.
A heartbeat, a glance or a caress,

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