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Subliminal Don't plan your life, just let it flow
flow with the tide to reach the sea.
You'll see a many banks on your way
banks on which there are large cities.
Banks with rocks and trees that shade
banks with sprawling wide space,
Cluster of nameless hamlets, villages
people bathing in leisure and haste.
Banks with factories and mills
raising black sooty smoke;
Banks that get deep
into waters till
they are no more.
You'll find
yourself
in the clouds--
Up above
the sky--
Getting ready
to return again
From where
you once began.
Interesting shape. I wouldn't have believed you would have gone for the mushroom cloud. Nice poem with a little subtle sinisterism...yeah I know it isn't really a word...poetic license. LOL.
Peace
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