Flow
Remember
the rivers are convinced
there are free to flow wherever
but they always end up
finding their way back
to the ocean one day.
Each man looking for salvation by himself
for himself
Each like a coal thrown from the fire
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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