Evening on the river
The tree shade envelops
Paddling away and to
What unknown then
Now known and lost
Not long before fires
Long since the moon
Blanketed sandy decks
Abandoned musty tents
Miles measured by time
Further than the bank
Owls are heard clearly
Ghostly echoes seem faint
Twilight or some mirage
Laughter stirs dead air
Memory the mind's shutter
Pictures are often fake
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