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.
Dam the River Damsel by Thomas Baruzzi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.