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! Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related