Sun River

The hills are alive, awake;
real are the voices raised by
the jaded, stirring trees.
Moderately diminishing against the metropolis,
the watercourse dwindles, creeps up.
It is serene.
It blows out placidly, feeling alone.
Scarcely alive,
drained of boisterous energies,
loosed from a reviving coldness.

by Kodi Azuonye

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