When the sky cries,
Feeds the river,
Shattering its harmony.
When the sky smiles,
Gleams the river,
Reflecting its ecstasy.
When the sky disappears,
So does the river,
And the world feels empty.
Poetry by Christophe Paternoster
When the sky cries,
Feeds the river,
Shattering its harmony.
When the sky smiles,
Gleams the river,
Reflecting its ecstasy.
When the sky disappears,
So does the river,
And the world feels empty.