Fleeting reflections glint like sunlight,
As the fire in my thoughts breathes.
Awkward moments pass like glacial tears,
Cold, intrusive, yet swift and youthful.
These currents, much alike to adolescence,
Are merciless to lesser beings.
Following the whispers of elder streams,
They harbor life and death in equality.
Brisk winds carry the children of the river,
Separated they are lost. Like teardrops
They fall upon my cheek in search of home,
In search of family - perhaps, warmth.
