The Edge of the River
He always settled beside the river
The river edge was the only spot for the people to frequently visit.
People dwelled there for joy and then went to their homes.
When he arrived with thoughts of when I go across this river;
after thinking about it, he met with the gloomy evening which spread their wings upon the entire town.
The people of the town yelled, Have you lost it?
Some people were clapping.
Today I put my foot into the river.
I was pushing slowly across the river.
I heard the yelling voices of the people, calling from behind.
The terrifying ripples will take you away.
You have lost it and you will die.
He was conscious that he didn’t know how to swim while getting between the river. Realizing that, he laughed from the bottom of his lungs.
Then he turned his head and said with a loud voice,
Somebody has to cross this river.
If it’s not me, then somebody else.
He pushed ahead without a glance.
After a few months, the winter passed.
People once again gathered at the edge of the river.
They were there as usual for the joy. Old and young were present but this time, there was not one person at the edge of the river. People were looking and thinking to cross the river to the other side.
The stars disappeared by the dark shadow of a cloud. The sky’s cloud wind glared and lit up the village river; seen clearly as if the night vanished into the day. All the town gatherers over the edge of the river were there. Many people already entered into the water… endeavoring to go across it.
The people of the town were now familiar with the fact that death was approaching and waiting on both sides.
Any time the beige of the river could be torn apart, and it would come for every single person. The only chance left for the people was to either cross the river or sit and wait for death.
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