Melancholy in
In the marriage of
flesh and river
I live restlessly
in a village
not unlike that of
where the temples, religions, and
rain fall aimlessly on
my little hut
where I am lonely
and dry
Melancholy in
In the marriage of
flesh and river
I live restlessly
in a village
not unlike that of
where the temples, religions, and
rain fall aimlessly on
my little hut
where I am lonely
and dry
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