Grains on the ground
With water blossom
Blossom into plants
Plants blossom into tree
The tree become grey
The grey will fall
In the river of time

Books were created
They should be open
Open to be read
Read to understand
Understood when finish
In the river of time

Candles give light
In the river of time
Their stem will shorten
When shorten, we see dark

The books will close
The trees will fall
Candles blow away
Sometimes eyes cry
Memories we hold
But soon we will fall
In the river of time



Dedicated: (To Her late Father in law)

Publish work of Eyan Desir

Eyan Desir

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