The River is free
Running over the rocks,
Over the sand and twigs
Flooding up over banks
Everything becomes soggy
I wish I could run like the River
When I encounter rocks
I trip-nothing graceful
Or babbling about that.
The sand I walk across
Is littered with glass
The only thing we have in common
Is when the River floods
Rises up over the banks
And everything is soggy
My eyes do that.
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