Flow and flow

Life is such a flow

Yet entirely different from feel

We are waves

We are rocks

We are clouds

And we are stars

Sometimes up

Below as above

And yet always

We are not

When shaken and crashed

When tumbled and rolled

When coasted into storm

And burnt out unborn

So our ending is suddenly known

And back to flow we go

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