The flowing water from up-streams
Carried my hopes towards the sea
On currents, swift, bundled my dreams
To float like branch that has broke free
As trickles that started from brooks
Like small things from which greats begin,
They gathered like pages of books
That we may want to read again
As river, it soon joins the sea
Just like my soul that blends with life
To taint all of humanity
With my own dignity or strife.
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