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From river to iceberg
our mind solidified
One won't find much transparency
only the cold stubbornness
When iceberg is melted bit by bit
one misses the character out of sea
the fluidity comes with price
But sea absorbs all
human waste, ashes, explorers' many trips
dead or alive
Where are our waves
The moment of the wave seemed insurmountable
yet into million pieces when it hit the rock
the sentiment of the past
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