She floats downstream,

         Leaves metamorphasize into madness

Her life into a blur of infinite sadness.

        He stole her soul and ran.

        She closed the door,

                    Tried to forget about the war

           On the other side

     She tried to hide in the mouth

                        Of the river of January

           To hide in her past

                       And make love to memories.

   Anything to escape the present