Open the faucet
Letting all words and ideas in a torrential spill
Flooding the soul
That was rusty and stiff – empty without inspiration
So hard to control the flow
The stream is powerful
Runs freely – no caution
It’s better to follow the natural
The little sprinkling of the water
Refreshes me
But the rocks
Make the walk harder
Bruising my steps
The fall is consequence –
The climax of the navigation
I’m so out of control – no rudder, nor compass
I continue adrift – submitted to the torrential waters
I shall get to the Valley
That is expanding in my mind
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