It was night, the dark river flowed on
As it had for countless ages
There I wondered if the same droplet of water
had drifted past
in the same space as any time before
or could this be the first time and the last time
It would endure the flowing tide,
and Hitch a ride
in the greater flow.
I guess I will never know!
Flow of the tide
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