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Locked inside Springs endless time,
and summer's gleaming blaze.

Find the time to remove the moments,
Drifted deep between the grass,
And river's seam.

There's a boat;
It bobs through the water's
Calming motion.

Moving down,
To the river bed.
Slowly.
Slowly.

Effortless,
Perfect rhythm.
The wind moves with it.
Still.

Sail catches gust,
It moves along;
Back to deeper waters.

It treads along,
Without a captian.
No man, on board is he.

Nonsense

Life.

Four letters.

Sound it out.

Nice and slow.

Exhale the words,

Through bitter lips,

Harshened out,

'Till a coarse road.

A journey,

A desert,

A waste of time.