I am like water
Without a halter,
No color, taste or fragrance
No appeal of a second glance.
For good or evil use as you please
Accept filth in my touch to cleanse.
Vagabond adjusting to every shape
Lying low unashamed and still hale,
Have only one way is to run down
Or be quenched by mother earth.
I am like a Sufi.
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