Down by the river, the Buddha is waiting

We run towards the river,
to think of the old days.
And everyone is happy,
beyond measure.
But this is the gift of dreams,
that hides a darker answer.
Exhausted from your wounds,
there is something that
made everything numb.
Letting the days of pain,
melt into the deep night.
With no sure memory,
of how things used to be.

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