Beauty of the Songker River Listen to the sound of the water, it reminds me of the time I asked you that question. Just one word you spoke and turned your back to me; you left me with no dignity to spare. Simply ashamed I was to those who knew of my story. The water continues to ebb and flow. How I wish it could go back and stop us from making the oath we made to each other. How I want it to just erase it all... The cries of the wilderness within the gray skies recalls a time and place where we were together. It was then you have captured my heart. Where are they now? The times you held me in your arms? The moments when I felt warm and secure? All I have left is the feeling of sorrow burning inside. This is the parting gift you've bestowed upon me. Now I wander, doomed to search for what is left of me. Thank you for tuning in. -Sitya
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