Poem: Oldest River Ray HemachandraSeptember 15, 2015August 3, 2020Poetry Post navigation PreviousNext Oldest River I was too happy to recognize when it happened to someone else too sad to realize when it happened to me until time passed which did not make me less sad but just slightly very very slightly more aware Please share on your socials! Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Tweet Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related