Other Possibilities - Poem by Sidney Watson
I reckon it can melt like ice
Perhaps, it can be cut from the whole
Into an uneatable slice
Who knows what happens?
To a dream deferred
I just know it still sings!
Motionless and not heard
Not yet to be seen
Maybe it flow towards the mouth
Of ancient rivers
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