I am the stream without drop
the flow that never fell into friction
the transparent river, supported by the ripple-less lake
To follow me one must leave, cast away
things of girth, to witness my hollowness
things of beauty, to explore my murkiness
things of pride, to adore my emptiness
things of definition, to plunge my abyss
Without tools of floatation, follow me
Fall into me and be immersed
for from my stream, one will meet the river
whose uproarious urge, draws, like a magnet the mighty ocean
It is in this endless beginning, this endless scope pristine
that can bridge both shores alike
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