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-=Riverbed=-
As I lay my head to sleep,
I heard echoes of a dream.
I saw the gentle soil turn,
At the bottom of a stream.
Their embrace was pure and deep.
Two elements formed to one.
The river ran, earth held strong.
A dance of joy, hope, and fun.
All the while the river grew.
Its waters flooding higher.
To the earth came no new strength.
Simply to hold, its desire.
I heard the earth's pleading cry.
The earth dissolves piece by piece.
It tries so hard to stay strong.
Pleads, "Please don't give up on me."
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.
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