Many likenesses that may form
Rolling as a midstream brook
With shades and breaking points
I sit in silence and strain to look
So afar beyond my reach are they
Where guise of many are found
To play full with my imagination
Flowing in currents they are bound
So lofty and mighty they become
Never to reflect the same
Watching them slowly fade away
Heart felt sadness I refrain
Remaining in stillness with wary eyes
Wishing for another to cross
Observant of their concealing way
As they rumble cross sky in chaos
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