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.
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