A creek , a brooklet
or the lost glacial stream
that found her fate
down the plains
Coursing through bends,
falls steep,
thickets unyielding
and cities ingrate
She tumults past waves,
between the shores
that can't keep up
with her yearning
The longing to be
with the sea
that makes her flow,
a river unbecoming
The longing that keeps
the world from going arid,
parched by the obsession
with self
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