CABELLA RIVER
Deep down within the bone, a secret to bury
The writing on the wall that does not yet make sense
The trace of what could be, this is what I carry
Between now or never I’m sitting on a fence
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It’s hard to believe it but NOW may never come
The water does not pause; the brook always flows,
As the relentless stream of this Kali kingdom
All things might pass away when its scorching wind blows
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Too small to be carried by the swift water’s stream
Some small pebbles lie low in the bed of the brook
They watch all from below and they silently dream
That a child will pass by, that he shall kneel and look