Am I a lake, a river or ocean?
I could be a lake
taking in everything
collecting things inside me,
then I roar and move
so I could be the river
and then again sometimes
I don't flow
but still move
at the rhythm
of the moon
or is it fate
so I must be the ocean.
water in all forms
human always
tears at the core
happy sad
head or tails
for I am the world
weeping
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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