I flow
Like a stream
Moving yet serene
I hit the
Stones and rocks
Injuring and pausing
Myself for a while.
Yet,
I go on
Bruised or not
Pained or not
I flow
Whether
I like it
Or not.
I'm a stream
Which has fish
Some dead some alive
Lazy turtles
Lively crabs
I'm a combination
Of the
Good bad and ugly
Happiness craziness and sorrow
But I flow
Always
Because I have to
And now
I want to.
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