I saw that day a man
Sitting alone beside the river,
That was streaming tempestuously
And roaring as if in anger.
The man thought for hours & hours;
Staring intently at the buzzing water
To search for something hidden;
I suddenly asked him what he was
Thinking; Muteness was his reply.
I dared not to ask him more;
I only felt his reflection upon my
Inner entity, losing my mundane
Existence became a part of him.
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