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Fluid
I once stood vast mighty as rock enduringly immobile declaring I was dependable. Is stone not strong? Does it not hold? Is it not still there tomorrow? But even rock crumbles when hit like hammer on anvil never to gaze upon the world again. Now I return gently swaying like grass upon the breeze saying this is the way to be Bend to hear the other no thing is the same Love is truly mightier than the rock it's like water finding the way. Poem by: Djarnii |
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