She breathes heavily upon the river
looking back often, for succour
elusive as ever in turgid waters.
Little lights floating by
shimmer on the surface
to sink slowly with her chosen flowers.
Three silver coins,
some copper threads,
join the troupe of drowning emotions.
With the swine's pearls, the waves break apart.
To a river satisfied...
And a lady redeemed.
She heaves a sigh of relief,
carrying a burden lighter
than the memories she wished to drown.
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