Black Pools
The stream never really spoke to you
that was just a misty fantasy.
No wisdom or hidden messages...
just a rush of nymphs cackling.
The cells of a stream are always on the move.
The heart of a stream is always pretty cool.
The soul of a stream always lay at the bottom of black pools.
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