Dam the River Damsel

Prostrate against the riverbed, my body 
Is in line with the stream, camouflaging 
With the logs; I am one with the flow. 
Purged by propagation, 
Not still nor moving fro. 
Water runs through me and 
Out with the effluence of my soul, 
I smile. 
Don't speak, 
I won't turn.  
It's not you
         I love you
But it's the fear 
Of turbulence if I come or 
I go.
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Dam the River Damsel by Thomas Baruzzi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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