The River

Late at night,

in the dark sky

hidden from the world 

The frozen river weeps

In the eerie silence

the frost melts a little

drops of tear rolls

as the whole world sleeps.

Not known to a soul

the dead ice speaks

of the broken vows

and blood that seeps

Rotten are the wound

of the dumps of the past

hidden beneath the white fortress

the stench that reeks

Yet the morning comes

and the river shines n breathes

None bothers why

the cracks goes so deep