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There is a brook No soul is free from No eye can see, Pours to no shore Does not run down any dale and though atop lotuses may blow Its wet strokes give birth to death upon its tender flow Then again you can see— along the glassy, sharply painful stream— deceitful willows rising askew, The yet to be abraded, The yet to be parted... But only to follow the already sailed— Those that once stood in life, stood before us, Now flowing through to nowhere... The mirrors of our eventual end. But be not afraid. The brook, my child bears no emotion— no feeling, cannot possess the cruelty to relish killing: apathetic yet unforgiving endlessly, mindlessly flowing betrays its own dream of lasting And not only of yours and mine and hers and theirs But when our hair is indistinct to dry grass that whisper To the scorching winds of summer— Be not afraid— I once again mutter for everyone that is and will be, ever; may join you in your breathless slumber My dear... Be not afraid In your mortal terror It too, Will be swept away
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Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
The brook
There is a brook No soul is free from No eye can see, Pours to no shore Does not run down any dale and though atop lotuses may blow Its wet strokes give birth to death upon its tender flow Then again you can see— along the glassy, sharply painful stream— deceitful willows rising askew, The yet to be abraded, The yet to be parted... But only to follow the already sailed— Those that once stood in life, stood before us, Now flowing through to nowhere... The mirrors of our eventual end. But be not afraid. The brook, my child bears no emotion— no feeling, cannot possess the cruelty to relish killing: apathetic yet unforgiving endlessly, mindlessly flowing betrays its own dream of lasting And not only of yours and mine and hers and theirs But when our hair is indistinct to dry grass that whisper To the scorching winds of summer— Be not afraid— I once again mutter for everyone that is and will be, ever; may join you in your breathless slumber My dear... Be not afraid In your mortal terror It too, Will be swept away
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23/M/Türkiye
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
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