In this valley's river of thoughts.
Only my ideas swim.
Undriven by the sea.
All around they skim.
Its pure lasting waters.
Nurtured by the roots.
To the bearer they bring.
Of All colors a fruits.
Sweet How They are!
Unlike the sea.
They're Silent as the night.
Their ideas splashing-free.
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