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  • The path winds ahead, and I wind with it.
    I move always dancing to its rhythm.
    That sensual motion of turbulence a song,
    raining memories fall like tears.

    The path winds, and I dance, I camouflage.
    I change and transform like a chameleon.
    Darwin would agree, its a defense mechanism.
    To match my surroundings I evolve, I grow.

    The path bends, and I change, I stretch.
    My body fluid to its curves and drops.
    I am water flexible and malleable.
    Shaped and re-shaped by the flow.

    The path winds and bends again,
    and I rise and fall lost in its pulse.
    I survive by looking up at the sun.
    I dream of light, and I see the river.
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