I arch when touched
by a river -
a stone bridge, I cringe,
shiver -
the brook's music,
and I am riddled with beats -
to live a flute
and yet endeavour
flatness!
The monotony of
being walked upon!
I do not die.
They die.
by a river -
a stone bridge, I cringe,
shiver -
the brook's music,
and I am riddled with beats -
to live a flute
and yet endeavour
flatness!
The monotony of
being walked upon!
I do not die.
They die.
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