Deep down inside
The world has never changed
The trees stand still
The sun still shines
Still life lives
and man asks why.
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The morning dew, the evening light
and all that happens in between
shutters fancy
features fly
creatures desperate
for goodbye
stolen memories
squandered dreams
all exist
in this fluid stream
are all us the dream or the dreamer?
are all us water or stream?
are all us one beater?
or still you, them and me?
a beater is a poetic heart