Young Writers Society

Let's walk up to the basin,
and hope no one watches us.
For we must wash in secrecy,
without noticing our identities.
This is where we swim.
May the river flow again.
No need to destroy our tribe,
or start painting the river bed.

I remember you well.
I remember here.
Keep your lips sealed.
Keep to the fields.

There are no more distinctions.
The river is just what it is.
No need to complain or want more,
because that's just not possible.
This is where we swim.
May the river flow again.
No need to destroy our tribe,
or contemplate destruction.

I remember you well, my love.
A thousand times I've slept.
Keep your lips sealed.
Keep to the fields.

River delta.
River delta, flow.

There are no more distinctions.
The river is just what it is.
No need to complain or want more,
because that's just not possible.

I remember you well, my love.
A thousand times I've slept.
Keep your lips sealed.
Keep to the fields.

River delta.
River delta, flow.

Rely on photos, pages, books,
for what I care it was real.
I saw it with my own eye.
Why would I lie to you?

I'm walking down the flood plains,
and awaiting your arrival.
No one comes here often.
For very good reason.

I remember you well, so well.
I remember here so well.
Keep your lips sealed.
Keep to the fields.

River delta.
River delta, flow.
River delta.
River delta, flow.