The
floating leaves
strayed
from the straight
and
wrote in cursive
across
the river's surface.
What
words were written,
I
can not say,
but
the poetry was just as clear as
the
sun's sparkles
playing
over the water.
I
was blinded with an insight
Which
I could neither bear
nor
understand.
I
still am blinded.
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