Tabula Rasa
Let’s use a wet rag
To wipe our minds clean
That smudge of green worry
The stain of red grudge
And that chunk of blue angst
Doesn’t the sky start fresh every night
As the stars scatter across
And the moon changes her mood?
Isn’t the river reborn every moment
As the currents constantly leave
And the ripples pretend to stay?
Forget that you know me at all
Let’s meet again for the very first time
Your hands are still warm
Like a new dream
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Two Rivers
I am two rivers
A stream that climbs up the mountain
A force that cuts and splits the rock
The ocean is not my home
The lunar tides aren’t mine
No lake stays awake and waits
What is the way of the rain?
Shall we meet again?
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