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Palavra-fruto

Storytelling

The canoe and the river

    

You are the storyteller

I am the poet

You walk at a mysterious pace,

You take bends and turns like an ever flowing river

I jump and shudder,

I scream and whisper and cry

I laugh madly

And you

Catch me

With all the certainty

In your arms

I retreat and run straight towards you

I duck

And chew 

On

Every

Single

Word

To slow your fall down over the dam

Exploding

millions of vaporized water molecules

And you

return to silence.

MSeS

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