Calm - Poem
Every time,
The water flows by,
A trail of damp dust,
In the wake of the things,
Like any,
Of all,
For all things remain so eternity.
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Every time,
The water flows by,
A trail of damp dust,
In the wake of the things,
Like any,
Of all,
For all things remain so eternity.
Oh, haiku!