I sit near
a clear flowing stream
trying to read
but my book
does not open
I try hard
eves dropping
to descending shadows
from the mountains
but it seems
my password is lost
in a dark lagoon
words have taken the wings
are now soaring
valley below is deep
my fist is tight
eyes swollen
tired and sleepless
words are seamless.
They are lost
in a whirlpool.
Why?
Why can I not
read my book
for once at-least?
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