Conflux

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Our goals were different,

dissimilar were our dreams

when you were a cascade

I was a stream

For those thousands of days

we flowed separate

being so affluent

on our own, very own

trails and current

We never knew,

there on the conflux,

we had to submerge

and then we would surge

on the same countryside

singing songs alike

Nowadays, 

My trivia is within you,

your current are on which I flow

You choose the same hills and woods

that soothes my mood

Look there, 

they are building a weir

to thwart our flow

and make our soul

void and hollow.