Once the raindrop loses
Its grip on the hovering cloud,
Once the river begins to flow,
Not the tree stumps,
Not the stones,
Not the build up of silt,
Will keep it contained.
As inevitable as
The rise and set of
The son,
The tectonic movement
Of plates,
The birth and
Demise of fires,
The coming and going
Of waves
On a beach,
The victories and
The losses of nations
At war: words
And deeds are no barrier
Between us.
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