推 spacedunce5:not bad 03/17 22:21
The river bed at 30--
No fish, no sharp stones anymore.
But waterweeds, as fluctuating thoughts of mine.
You are like a pebble, spread the ripple
and go with the stream. And I, not too old,
watch you leave, and dry myself into a poem.
So you will finally be seen.
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